Where are the war poets? - Defence Academy of the United Kingdom
Where are the war poets? - Defence Academy of the United Kingdom
Where are the war poets? - Defence Academy of the United Kingdom
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<strong>the</strong> congealed genie who won't thaw until <strong>the</strong> World renounces War,<br />
cold spunk meticulously jarred never to be charrer or <strong>the</strong> charred,<br />
a bottled Bethlehem <strong>of</strong> this come- curdling Cruise/Scud-cursed millennium.<br />
I went. I pressed REWIND and PLAY and I heard <strong>the</strong> charred man say:<br />
8. American Football (Harold Pinter)<br />
Hallelujah!<br />
It works.<br />
We blew <strong>the</strong> shit out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
We blew <strong>the</strong> shit right back up <strong>the</strong>ir own ass<br />
And out <strong>the</strong>ir fucking ears.<br />
It works.<br />
We blew <strong>the</strong> shit out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
They suffocated in <strong>the</strong>ir own shit!<br />
Hallelujah.<br />
Praise <strong>the</strong> Lord for all good things.<br />
We blew <strong>the</strong>m into fucking shit.<br />
They <strong>are</strong> eating it.<br />
Praise <strong>the</strong> Lord for all good things.<br />
We blew <strong>the</strong>ir balls into shards <strong>of</strong> dust,<br />
Into shards <strong>of</strong> fucking dust.<br />
We did it.<br />
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on <strong>the</strong> mouth.<br />
9. The Next Thing (Andrew Motion)<br />
My heart stopped but my hands kept working away<br />
I had a job to do. I threw <strong>the</strong> mortar down <strong>the</strong> barrel<br />
and waited for <strong>the</strong> splash to come up, just waited.<br />
It was bang on. The PKM gunner would have shot<br />
his mouth <strong>of</strong>f when my bomb landed on him.<br />
With that done, <strong>the</strong> next thing was to extract our own –<br />
but lifting a dead body from <strong>the</strong> ground is not easy.<br />
The first must have weighed fourteen stone; plus radio<br />
he was half a ton. I could not get him <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
not properly, not enough to put him over my shoulder.<br />
I thought, Fucking Jesus! But I managed. It is only right.<br />
Later on we met some elders <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village to discuss<br />
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