Blue to Green!

caliotter3 · Mar 16, 2009

Just noticed the date of OP. Hope the OP was able to get what they wanted! Would be nice to hear back about what happened.

willitblend? · Mar 17, 2009

Oh I'm sure the OP was infuriated by the outcome. They are in the MILITARY.

"We've fought 'em in trooper, we've fought 'em in dock,

and drunk with 'em in betweens,

When they called us the seasick scull'ry-maids,

an' we called 'em the Ass Marines;

But, when we was down for a double fatigue, from Woolwich to Bernardmyo,

We sent for the Jollies -- 'Er Majesty's Jollies -- soldier an' sailor too!

They think for 'emselves, an' they steal for 'emselves,

and they never ask what's to do,

But they're camped an' fed an' they're up an' fed before our bugle's blew.

Ho! they ain't no limpin' procrastitutes -- soldier an' sailor too."

MP5PDW · Mar 17, 2009

Oh I'm sure the OP was infuriated by the outcome. They are in the MILITARY.
"We've fought 'em in trooper, we've fought 'em in dock,
and drunk with 'em in betweens,
When they called us the seasick scull'ry-maids,
an' we called 'em the Ass Marines;
But, when we was down for a double fatigue, from Woolwich to Bernardmyo,
We sent for the Jollies -- 'Er Majesty's Jollies -- soldier an' sailor too!
They think for 'emselves, an' they steal for 'emselves,
and they never ask what's to do,
But they're camped an' fed an' they're up an' fed before our bugle's blew.
Ho! they ain't no limpin' procrastitutes -- soldier an' sailor too."

Rudyard Kipling? if it is I have not read that poem.. could you give me the name?

willitblend? · Mar 17, 2009

"Soldier An' Sailor Too"

by Rudyard Kipling

As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the ~Crocodile~,

I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style.

'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates,

an' I sez to 'im, "'Oo are you?"

Sez 'e, "I'm a Jolly -- 'Er Majesty's Jolly -- soldier an' sailor too!"

Now 'is work begins by Gawd knows when, and 'is work is never through;

'E isn't one o' the reg'lar Line, nor 'e isn't one of the crew.

'E's a kind of a giddy harumfrodite -- soldier an' sailor too!

An' after I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all kinds of things,

Like landin' 'isself with a Gatlin' gun to talk to them 'eathen kings;

'E sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot,

an' 'e drills with the deck on a slew,

An' 'e sweats like a Jolly -- 'Er Majesty's Jolly -- soldier an' sailor too!

For there isn't a job on the top o' the earth the beggar don't know, nor do --

You can leave 'im at night on a bald man's 'ead, to paddle 'is own canoe --

'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouse -- soldier an' sailor too.

We've fought 'em in trooper, we've fought 'em in dock,

and drunk with 'em in betweens,

When they called us the seasick scull'ry-maids,

an' we called 'em the Ass Marines;

But, when we was down for a double fatigue, from Woolwich to Bernardmyo,

We sent for the Jollies -- 'Er Majesty's Jollies -- soldier an' sailor too!

They think for 'emselves, an' they steal for 'emselves,

and they never ask what's to do,

But they're camped an' fed an' they're up an' fed before our bugle's blew.

Ho! they ain't no limpin' procrastitutes -- soldier an' sailor too.

You may say we are fond of an 'arness-cut, or 'ootin' in barrick-yards,

Or startin' a Board School mutiny along o' the Onion Guards;

But once in a while we can finish in style for the ends of the earth to view,

The same as the Jollies -- 'Er Majesty's Jollies -- soldier an' sailor too!

They come of our lot, they was brothers to us;

they was beggars we'd met an' knew;

Yes, barrin' an inch in the chest an' the arm, they was doubles o' me an' you;

For they weren't no special chrysanthemums -- soldier an' sailor too!

To take your chance in the thick of a rush, with firing all about,

Is nothing so bad when you've cover to 'and, an' leave an' likin' to shout;

But to stand an' be still to the Birken'ead drill

is a damn tough bullet to chew,

An' they done it, the Jollies -- 'Er Majesty's Jollies --

soldier an' sailor too!

Their work was done when it 'adn't begun; they was younger nor me an' you;

Their choice it was plain between drownin' in 'eaps

an' bein' mopped by the screw,

So they stood an' was still to the Birken'ead drill, soldier an' sailor too!

We're most of us liars, we're 'arf of us thieves,

an' the rest are as rank as can be,

But once in a while we can finish in style

(which I 'ope it won't 'appen to me).

But it makes you think better o' you an' your friends,

an' the work you may 'ave to do,

When you think o' the sinkin' Victorier's Jollies -- soldier an' sailor too!

Now there isn't no room for to say ye don't know --

they 'ave proved it plain and true --

That whether it's Widow, or whether it's ship, Victorier's work is to do,

An' they done it, the Jollies -- 'Er Majesty's Jollies --

soldier an' sailor too!

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the "Birkenhead drill" is "women and children first"

from Wiki...

"HMS Birkenhead, also referred to as HM Troopship Birkenhead or steam frigate Birkenhead,[2] was one of the first iron-hulled ships built for the Royal Navy.[3] She was initially designed as a frigate, but was converted to a troopship before being commissioned.[1]

On 26 February 1852, while transporting troops primarily of the 73rd Regiment of Foot to Algoa Bay, she was wrecked at Gansbaai near Cape Town, South Africa. There were not enough serviceable lifeboats on board for all the passengers - however the soldiers famously stood firm, thereby allowing the women and children to board the boats safely. Only 193 of the 643 people onboard survived, however the soldiers' chivalry gave rise to the "women and children first" protocol during the procedure of abandoning ship, while the "Birkenhead Drill" of Rudyard Kipling's poem came to describe courage in face of hopeless circumstances."

allnurses Guide · Mar 17, 2009

Talk about digging up an old thread...lol

Anyways, I was accepted by the Army into their direct entry CRNA program, but the AF refused to let me transfer because I still had several months left on my contract d/t my last move. All is not lost though, I think the AF finally got the message that I wasn't going to stick around forever if I didn't get into CRNA school, so I was accepted the next cycle for school and will graduate this December.

MP5PDW · Mar 20, 2009

Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --

Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade."

"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,

"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all."

So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege,

Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.

"Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall,

"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- shall be master of you all!"

Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,

When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along;

He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,

And Iron -- Cold Iron -- was master of it all!

Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)

"What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?"

"Nay!" said the Baron, "mock not at my fall,

For Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all."

"Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown --

Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown."

"As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small,

For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"

Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)

"Here is Bread and here is Wine -- sit and sup with me.

Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall

How Iron -- Cold Iron -- can be master of men all!"

He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread.

With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said:

"See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall,

Show Iron -- Cold Iron -- to be master of men all."

"Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.

Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong.

I forgive thy treason -- I redeem thy fall --

For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"

"Crowns are for the valiant -- sceptres for the bold!

Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!"

"Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall,

"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all!

Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!"

One of the best poets who ever took pen to paper.