For Memorial Day, John Hinderaker over at
PowerLine posted a
nice recording of his children's school choirs singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic. I imagine it would be pretty moving except that whenever I hear that tune, thanks to the Airborne brainwashing they play over the loudspeakers every morning in
Braggistan, all I hear are the words to
"Blood on the Risers":
- There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
- Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
- He was a mess, they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
- And he ain't gonna jump no more
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- He ain't gonna jump no more!
The Airborne has ruined me.
6 comments:
That's an improvement over
Our eyes have the seen the glory
of the ending of the school;
We have tortured all the teachers,
we have broken every rule...
Maybe I should have read this AFTER breakfast, when my stomach isn't quite so queasy. {sign}
Yes, Thursday's Child, there are a few things about the Airborne that do require a strong stomach, jumping from airplanes being just the most obvious ;)
Thanks for visiting and commenting, by the way. Nice to run into another Lutheran in the neighborhood, so to speak. Kuwait is the usual gateway into Iraq, so who knows, maybe we'll run into each other someday.
Thank you for coming by my blog. So excited to meet you. I am curious as to your having been born in West Africa?
That would be nice. Make sure you let me know when you head through here again.
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