'The true Soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because He loves what is behind him.' -G. K. Chesterton

08 March 2014

Sunday Kipling

It's Spring! At least here. My apologies and sympathies if Winter has yet to loosen her hold on you.

I think Lu and I are going to take a few days off and just enjoy the weather. The bicycles and my BMW are calling our names. Angus is really doing well so I think maybe some long hikes are in order. A good part of my match prep is to try and stay in at least reasonable condition. I have some Winter fat I need to shed.

I still have a post on my 3 Gun optics and lubrication I need to get done. I picked up something new yesterday and still need to test it a bit. That is probably going to be long term testing.

I hope you all have a fine Sunday and that you spend it with the ones you love best. Living well and free is the best response. Never miss the chance to be happy and let others know you are.


Something Artillery related today. For my Redleg brothers in whatever service you found yourself. Have a chuckle and Hoist one for those who came before.

The Jacket

Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,
 Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun;
An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry,
 An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun.
But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new 
 ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do,
 Nor we didn't keep 'im waiting very long.
One day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt,
 Loadin' down the axle-arms with case;
But the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out
 An' he put some proper liquor in its place.
An' the Captain saw the shrapnel, which is six-an'-thirty clear.
 ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
"Will you draw the weight," sez 'e, "or will you draw the beer?"
 An' we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
  For the Captain, etc.
Then we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass,
 Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked;
But we dursn't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass,
 An' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked,
So we fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and,
 ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
But the beggars under cover 'ad the impidence to stand,
 An' we couldn't keep 'em waitin' very long.
  And the Captain, etc.
So we finished 'arf the liquor (an' the Captain took champagne),
 An' the Arabites was shootin' all the while;
An' we left our wounded 'appy with the empties on the plain,
 An' we used the bloomin' guns for projectile!
We limbered up an' galloped -- there were nothin' else to do 
 ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Battery came a-boundin' like a boundin' kangaroo,
 But they didn't watch us comin' very long.
  As the Captain, etc.
We was goin' most extended -- we was drivin' very fine,
 An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide,
Till the Captain took the glacis with a rattlin' "right incline,"
 An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side.
Then we give 'em quarter -- such as 'adn't up and cut,
 ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy somethin' Brutt,
 But we didn't leave it fizzing very long.
  For the Captain, etc.
We might ha' been court-martialled, but it all come out all right
 When they signalled us to join the main command.
There was every round expended, there was every gunner tight,
 An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and.
  But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.


Old NFO said...

Good one, and yes, enjoy the days!!!

Glenn Mark Cassel said...


Six said...

Thanks guys!

Brighid said...

Enjoy! We have had some much needed rain, so the going is a little slower, but still wonderful to be outside.

Six said...

Glad to hear that Brighid. Maybe another shotgun trip?