Friday, November 11, 2005
pray silence to remember the real tragedy of World War One: millions of lives wasted; a generation lost; the invention and use of chemical weapons; the russian revolution; ninety years of repressive pub licensing hours; thousand of miles of whiny poetry - the list really does go on.
But the saddest thing of all, surely, is the end itself. People dying just weeks, days, even hours before they signed away the war for a shaky peace. Why did they have to die in such vain? If only we'd have been allowed to continue the fighting for another year or two, we'd have bashed the bosch good and proper. We had them on the run, as it was. Oh yes, there'd have been no friendly football match on xmas day 1918, unless we'd be using german heads for the balls. Sold out by our useless politicians and the Jews, I still weep for the lost opportunity. Still, the return match was good fun. So come on, everybody, PLAY UP, PLAY UP!
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But the saddest thing of all, surely, is the end itself. People dying just weeks, days, even hours before they signed away the war for a shaky peace. Why did they have to die in such vain? If only we'd have been allowed to continue the fighting for another year or two, we'd have bashed the bosch good and proper. We had them on the run, as it was. Oh yes, there'd have been no friendly football match on xmas day 1918, unless we'd be using german heads for the balls. Sold out by our useless politicians and the Jews, I still weep for the lost opportunity. Still, the return match was good fun. So come on, everybody, PLAY UP, PLAY UP!
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