- Sat Aug 25, 2018 1:02 pm
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an` Tommy, fall be'ind,"
But it's " Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's " Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind.
The pain broke me, brotherhood relieved me, and from my wounds sprang a river of freedom. (Paul Dorey)
Inscription on the Mémorial de la Paix, Caen.
How soon we forget.