people too. This generation of limp cocked cissy boys would be cowering under the stairs.
people too. This generation of limp cocked cissy boys would be cowering under the stairs.
Tbf, H, a century ago da yoot had just spent five years being forced to run into machine gun fire on the orders of their elderly generals, with the full support of their parents' generation back in Blighty*. So it's fair enough if this time it's the oldies that get it.
And if this one takes out the OAPs, when the next one comes round in a couple of decades, it will be the turn for the young again. And I'll have got away with both of them. Shrood.
*Graves and Sassoon talk about this together in Goodbye to All That. Imagining what a role reversal would be like with only the over 40s being sent to the front, and their sons telling them how proud they were on them making this sacrifice for all of us.
I said nothing about their actions, did I?
I said I was irriated by their whinging about it afterwards.
The great writers of WW2 didn't whinge, did they? Currie, Goodson, Deere, Johnson... they recounted their experiences in a spirit of forebearance and good humour.
No, I'm afraid the literature of the first lot is a hotbed of leftism.
But they didn't whinge afterwards, C.
Owen died, Graves stayed in the army till he had kids and Sassoon had given up his lefty progress to go back to looking after him men and killing Krauts (for the heinous crime of killing his gay lover.)
I think you're jealous, C. They've shown more bravery than you could ever hope to and can sculpt sublime iambic pentameters.
And look at the full time score.
Lefty, gay, British poets 1-0 Right-wing, macho, German philistines.