THE CURMUDGEON
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Another day of planning our move and already it's seeming like a monumental hassle. It may be the case that my sister doesn't have r...
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I had my teeth inspected and x-rayed today. The dentist said that all teeth and fillings are sound. He gave me some Sensodyne toothpaste t... -
No, I'm not comparing my posts to those other bloggers. I've started the decluttering and clearing in advance of putting the house o...
6 comments:
Nice sentiment old fella.
Yeah well ....... hope it goes well for you today bugle boy.
The pot calling the kettle black.
Come on Rod, you can't possibly believe that. These young guys would have been terrified. They were probably crying and shitting themselves.
My namesake, great uncle Peter Prendergast (my mother named me 'Peter' after him) was hell bent on getting the VC.
He was a sergeant and won the Military Medal ( officers would get the military cross and then later won it again getting a 'bar' to go with the MM. He was a larrikin to be sure but was apparently very brave. He attacked a machine gun nest head on and was mown down in October 1918 in France. See: https://grumpyoldmanreturnsnz.blogspot.com/2014/11/in-name-of-great-uncle.html
No doubt that the line of the poem would have suited him.
On the other hand, in keeping with your comment, a great uncle on my father's side of the family was killed at Gallipoli on 27 April 1915. I don't know what he would have been thinking but am sure it would have been along the lines of .... "Fuck me, what are we doing here?"
I'm with Richard on this one.
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