Sunday, February 11, 2018

IMPROVING MILITARY

More people, planes and ships. Such is what generals...admirals...and...air marshals say...never acknowledging their paradigm...too old...too staid...too obsolete...and...likely unable to defeat an enemy whose firepower state-of-the-art...fast...deadly...and...able to penetrate and obliterate.
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IRISH MELODY

Where ya' goin' Sean Corrin...on this cold and foggy night...you know the danger out there...you know it ain't your fight...and...you know it be treason to mount those barricades and there's got to be a reason for defying the  CROWN this way. Hush now momma for a going I be to mount the wall to prevent the fall of freedom and liberty...and...Momma...why such gloom...I'll be returning as sure as the rising of the moon.

And where you going Jimmy Corrin with your brother this dismal day...can't you put that terrible gun down...can't you see it my way. NO...God...Momma...Sean's a going'...and...I've my mind to keep...for I've seen that side of freedom...and...that is what I seek...and...Momma...why such gloom...we'll be returning as sure as the rising of the moon.

And...as the fog closed about them...as they moved from the room...they promised they'd be returning as sure as the rising of the moon.

And...now...I hear them coming keeping their promise to me...to soon be returning...for them now I can see...

Oh...Jimmy...oh Sean...the blood it has dried...how long I have worried...how long I have cried...but...I knew you'd be returning to wipe away my gloom...to return to me for these old eyes to see in the light of the rising moon.

And...every night...I hear their fight...those rebels in that glen...they're double strong...to glory they belong...and...my love to them I send.

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