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Monty I Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery.London 1887-1976.Hampshire.his father a bishop with prayer in mindbut monty's thoughts were war inclineddifferent they were as chalk and cheesewith driving ambition and ways to succeedst pauls in london montys chosen schoolimpish and playfull but no bodies foolsandhurst academy he eventually went.the warwicks reg-. he began his ascentoff to India to assist the rajhis five years there he didnt enlarge1914- he returned to these shoreseagerly entering- europe's warsbadly wounded in a machine gun tirade.a young medic came to his aideasnipers bullet- hit the medics headfalling on monty and instantly deadthe young medic monty claimedsaved his life as the sniper aimedtwo years in hospital monty spentthen returned- to this ghastly eventsurviving this war with great valourhe then addressed the second world waron dunkirk beaches and on the retreatto blitzgrieg tactics he conceaded defeatlearning much- from this traumatic eventto african deserts he next was senta man named rommel was in commandruling the roost in this desert land.methodically assembling all he could get,leaving nothing to chance with this little bet,with set piece tactics and classical war,he relieved gen.rommel of his african tour.now the world looked- with the greatest of awe,not one more battle- would he lose in this war,like wellington before him- he had found,his own ideas were most profound.alas on D Day he was not selectedalthough on all sides most respectedthe great american eisenhower,was elected to lead- this finest hour.after the war he settled down.not to far from a hampshire town,he bought a mill on the river wey,In binstead churchyard his body does lay.JB. A Coy 3 para.55/57. Posted by jobee at 00:56 0 comments 14 February 2007 Sepp Dietrich SS Sepp Dietrich spent part of his youth as a butchers apprenticethen rose through the ranks of the German army to command the sixth SS Panzer Army.Colonel-General Joseph ‘Sepp’ Dietrich SS1893-1966Ever met that kind of guy.That sits and stares you in the eye,You know he’s squaring for a fight,Just hoping for a scrap tonight.Pugnacious looking-cocky to,Violence comes oozing through,Never seen him in your life,Clocking you-then your wife.‘Sepp‘ Dietrich fits that bill,Punching people for a thrill,Swaggering braggart and bully to,Glowering over yours and you.You would have thought this man,Would have been an also ran.No education, to speak of,Seemingly- all push and shove.Then soldiering caught Seppy’s eye,He waved the butchers shop good bye,In 1911 he starts his climb,Through the ranks in double time.The Great War came and went,A rising star in this event,A Sgt. Majors badge he wore,Well decorated for this tour.The war lost on Berlins say,The Freikorps- his next foray,Fighting Commies on the street,The reds soon beat a quick retreat.Dietrich soon caught Hitler’s ear.Hitler quick to commandeer.They formed the SS Leibstandarte,Head bouncer then was Seppy’s part.33’ became Dietrich’s year,A star in Major-Generals gear,In charge of Hitler’s murder squad,And boy! did he ride roughshod?Killing all no questions asked,For Dietrich just a menial task,But soon again the winds of war,Had General Dietrich back on tour,No disgrace at high command,With some success on Russian land,Then he moved to western shores,But allied pilots closed the doors.Through a long military career,Geneva’s rules did not appear,To concern Dietrich, in any way,Only Dietrich would hold sway.At Nurembourg we would hearThe cruelties of this career,Unarmed prisoners made to stand,The last word heard-the fire command.Jb.Acoy 3 para.©©http://pub49.bravenet.com/forum/4204046111/ Posted by jobee at 11:27 0 comments MODESTY would it better if men were more scaredand women stopped praising he-men who daredwould it be better if tenderness reignedthose blood and guts ‘nerviest’ held and restrained.would it be better if modesty prevailedand we kissed and caressed all those who failedticker tape welcomes for those who are quietwho mind their own business refusing to fightme thinks would be better to stop making gunsby spending the money on laughter and punsI hope in the future we’ll think againand governments think deeply bout women and menthe animal kingdoms no problem at all.its humans that’s spreading and taking it allshould we consider our productive ratelesson our urge to procreate.china had fun with this little gameshould we take stock and do the samenature tells us to watch our stockor we could be in for a blooming big shocki woke up this morning and this came to mind.silly old me just trying to be kind..my lucid mind gave its best shot.Im sorry folks but that’s all ive got jb Posted by jobee at 10:49 0 comments Superstition It is deadly supposition..What is it then that makes us pray,That makes us creep and crawl all day,That makes us read some silly script,Our pride and confidence slyly stripped.What is then that transfers our minds,To heavens and angels and spiritual kinds,To attend Cathedrals in little groups,To dress in robes as ‘exemplar’ troops.What is it then that makes us build,On fertile land where food was tilled,Huge Cathedrals and Churches to,Just to sing and confess anew.Does it help in anyway,To wile away the hours of day,Dressed in black and on your knees,Praying to something and making pleas.Is it selfishness that makes them think,We all need them to cower and shrink,On our behalf at their request,So that our souls be sublimely blessed.The whiff of selfishness stirs the air,Me thinks it's just themselves they care,The work is easy and less to thinkFrom competition they wilt and shrinkThis God they advocate with fuss,When ask for proof they looked nonplussed,O proof, O proof, what for you need,The devils home you'll go with speed.My lucid mind begins to stir,Im in the hands of a blackmailerI only ask for what your sales?,Then they came back as hard as nails.So business then shall prevail,In Woolworth’s by an honest sale,The Church an inquisition me thinksProof of content surely stinks.John Bishop©. 2003Email: http://two.guestbook.de/gb.cgi?gid=712376&prot=renxrxICQ: http://two.guestbook.de/gb.cgi?gid=712376&prot=renxrx Posted by jobee at 10:31 0 comments Cpl. 'adi' Hitler cpl adolf 'adi' hitler when the first world war broke out hitler saido‘overpowered by stormy enthusiasm- I fell downon my nees and thanked heaven for granting methe good fortune of being permitted to live at this time’cpl.adolph ‘adi’ hitler 1889 -1945.hitler was rescued from his drifting lifeby rumblings of war and oncoming strifegermany not austria his leanings were benthis spirits lifted- by this awesome eventthe assassination of archduke ferdinandby a man named princip- from serbian landaustro-hungary attacked the serbs.then russia and france called on reservesbelgian nuetrality the germans ignoredthe british lion awakened then roaredhitlersigning for bavarian commandovercome with enthusiasm for his adopted land.for hitler the army a base and a homestopping his restless urge to roamwith the ‘list’ regiment he first saw warat ypres in belgium he started his tourdecorated early- in this vicious warthe iron cross 2nd class- he very soon worecompetent- courageous- alert and keena credit to any fighting machinebetween actions quietly reserveddrawing and philosophy studiously observedno presents or cards at christmas timehis pet dog foxl suited him finesurviving ypres -and making his namethe battle at Somme his next little gamea wound in the leg caused him to fallconvalescing- his nature- not suited at allback in action for the last great pushheading for paris in a desperate rushnearly- the name of this little gamea desperate attempt before americans camea first class Iron cross -hitlers rewarda jewish officer gave the awardat the second ypres in a gas attackpartly blinded -but he would be backJb a coy 3 para Posted by jobee at 05:09 0 comments Christmas did you notice babys facetrying hard at table gracespitting out and wondering whynothing goes in mouth or eyedid you notice startled eyeswhen poppers pop and trailers flyand christmas lights blink and flashthen new found toys whirl and crash.did you notice granma's caretrying to catch babys staremaking faces and sucking lipstwiddling fingers and making quips.then tapping granpa on the kneewatch that drink- im telling theejust one more and thats enoughIve seen you on that malted stuff.and then more kids come hussling inwhat a ruckus- what a dindon't stand up youll lose your seatyour ageing limbs cannot competeyouths and girlfriends then appearshowing off their flashy geardrinks all round and giggles tolast nights sipping starts anew.the smell of cooking fills the airtables laid with special carepaper hats and tinsel totake your turn and join the queueeating done and tables clearedthen some faces disappearedpulling crackers- whats in thisgive a tug and make your wishthat's my toy- dont you darea little friction in the airchildren squabble- then settle down.taking note of fathers frown.just a glance of chrismas daycheers to all I hope and pray.the new year brings to everyone.the well sung words of lennons song.GIVE PEACE A CHANCE Posted by jobee at 04:58 0 comments 13 February 2007 Giap General Vo Nguyen Giap General Giap.Who defeated the French at Dien Bien phu.And forced a political defeat on combined Forces in the Vietnam War. In fairness to the combined forces [largelyAmerican] they won every major land battle that was fought in the Vietnam War including the Tet Offensive.They were indeed military victorious but lost the political initiative.A small village in North Vietnam,Is where the Great Generals life began,In village huts, with muck packed floors,The French commanded and made the laws.An Xa village was quite unknown,For hundreds of years rice was grown,Goats and animals moved around,Muck and dung covered the ground.But young Giap wasn't the same,Inside his head was an excellent brain,He didn't like the French in command,It wasn't their culture it wasn't their land.Off to Hoa to school he went,On intellectual progress he was bent,At just 13, his nationalist mind,Was causing trouble- a mature kind.This precocious child the French noticed,The Surete added him to their list,Not knowing then he would bid them adieu,At the battle of Dien Bien Phu.A degree in economics he would attain,His countries freedom his earnest aim,Military tactics he studied with zeal,The intelligence to master, and turn, for real.At Dien Bien Phu he made his name,A place in government he did attain,With Directive 15 the North made its claim,Unification was their ultimate aim.So General Giap was placed in command,The mandate- to unite and free his land,Political adventure the stuff of dreams,Only unification- by military means.All through the sixties the battle raged.To set piece battles the North rarely engaged,A guerrilla campaign Giap wanted and got,Time was irrelevant in his little plot.But time was important on the American scene,American dead on the TV screen,After Tet they knew it was lostGiap had won at enormous costVietnam is free as ever its been,Whether its better remains to be seen,The best laid plans of mice and men,At least they put Humpty together again.Jb 3 para. 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