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Jacer
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what'd they call world war one before world war two?
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kenobi
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The war to end all wars
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werewolf
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that was one slogan. it was also called the great war. you know there is an information processor that tried to identify symptoms leading up to a war, and it couldn't do better than chance, or in essence it called the pattern caprice. the causes are that various. and the same circumstance could cause it in one situation but not another. it's a tool we use impulsively sometimes and with great deliberation at others. aggression is like us, straddled between momentum and observation.
two very sad songs on it are willie macbride and the band played waltzing matilda. the movie gallipoli is also excellent.
Waltzing Matilda
when i was a young man i carried me pack, and i lived the free life of the rover, from the murray's green basin to the dusty outback, i waltzed my matilda all over. Then in 1916 my country said son, it's time to stop rambling there's work to be done, so they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they sent me away to the war.
And the band played waltzing matilda as the ship pulled away from the key, and amid all the tears flag waving and cheers we sailed off to gallipoli.
Well i remember that terrible day when our blood stained the sand and the water, and how in that hell that they called subla bay we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
johnny turk he was ready aye he'd primed himself well, he rained us with bullet and he showered us with shell, and in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell, nearly blew us back home to australia.
and the band still played waltzing matilda, as we stopped and we buried our slain, we burnt ours and the turks burnt theirs, and it started all over again.
those who were living just tried to survive in a mad world of blood death and fire, and for ten weary weeks i kept myself alive, while around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big turkish shell knocked me ass over head and when i awoke in my hospital bed, i saw what it had done and i wished i were dead, i never knew there were worse things than dyin.
For no more i'll go waltzing matilda all around the green bush far and near, for to hunt and to pace a man needs both legs, no more waltzing matilda for me.
They collected the wounded the crippled the maimed and they shipped us back home to australia. The armless the legless the blind the insane, those proud wounded heroes of subla. And when the ship pulled into circular key, i thanked christ there was no one there waiting for me, to grieve or to mourn or to pity.
And the band played waltzing matilda as they carried us down the gangway, but nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared, and they turned all their faces away.
So now every april, i sit on my porch, and i watch the parade past before me. I see my old comrades how proudly they march renewing their dreams of past glory.
I see the old men, all tired stiff and sore, the weary old heroes of a forgotten war. And the young people ask, "what are they marchin for?"
And i ask myself the same question.
And the band still plays waltzing matilda, and the old men still answer the call, but year after year, the numbers grow fewer, someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda, who'll come a waltzing matilda with me. And their ghosts may be heard, as they march by the billabong, "who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?"
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werewolf
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willie macbride
how do you do private willie macbride, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside, and rest for a while in the warm summer sun, i've been walking all day and i'm nearly done.
And i see by your gravestone your were only 19 when you joined the great falling in 1915. And i hope you died quick and i hope you died clean, or young willie macbride was it slow and obscene.
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly, the rifles fire over you as they lowered you down, did the bugles play the last post in chorus, did the pipes play the flowers of the forest.
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind, in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined. Though you died back in 1915, in some faithful heart are you forever 19.
Or are you a stranger without even a name, enshrined forever behind a glass frame, in an old photograph torn and tattered and stained, and fading to yellow in a brown leather frame.
Did they beat the drums slowly, did they sound the fife lowly, did they sound the death march as they lowered you down. Did the bugles sing the last post in chorus, did the pipes play the flowers of the fallen?
Well the sun's shining now on these green fields of france, a warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance. The trenches have vanished under the plough, no gas no barbwired no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land. The countless white crosses in mute witness stand, to man's blind indifference to his fellow man, to a whole generation who was butchered and damned.
Did they beat the drums slowly, did they sound the fife lowly, did the rifles fire oer ye as they lowered you down. Did the bugles play the last post in chorus, did the pipes play the flowers of the fallen?
I can't help but wonder now Willie Macbride, do those who lie here know why it is they died? Did you really believe them when you told you the cause? Did you really believe that this war would end wars? For the suffering, the sorrow, the glory the shame, the killing the dying was all done in vein, for young willie macbride it's all happened again, and again and again and again and again.
Did they beat the drums slowly did they play the fife lowly, did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down, did the bugles play the last post in chorus, did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
those songs really touched me as a child, they're sentimental, but there's no arguing with them. i also like johnny we hardly knew ye...you haven't an arm and you haven't a leg, you're a fruitless, sightless, lessless egg. johnny we hardly knew ye.
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Casey
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If another World War comes along they should just skip three and go right to four. That way everyone will be confused and mass chaos will rule. All the people will be like, World War 4?! What the fuck happened to three?! Screw this stupid war, we're going home. And then it will end.
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p2
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how much do you wanna bet
that iraq and north korea
will be in the next axis
on opposite sides:
(doubt they care which
as long as they are fighting
each other)
india v. pakistan
bosnians v. serbs
russians v. chechens
bloods v. crips
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