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For the Honour of the Regiment

It was a desperate situation, Regimental honour at stake, Decision urgently needed As to what actions to take. The Colonel was in paroxysms The RSM was spitting blood The M.O. was overworked and Things just weren't looking good. An outbreak of indiscipline was Fast spreading through the ranks, Squaddies dying without permission Without a by your leave or thanks, In such sloppy situations which Caused the C.O. to angrily mention They didn't even have the courtesy To die properly lying at attention. With ruthless Military action With no thought of pity Permission to die withdrawn Without the relevant chitty. Two weeks notice of intent Sent with an application Was now the requirement To sort out the situation. Expiring without notice Became a disciplinary offence Combined with an appeal To use their common sense. Extra duties to be imposed for Future unauthorised expiration, The deceased’s unit being held To blame for the situation. The system worked a treat For any squaddie hates Being held responsible For letting down his mates. The situation stabilised Until finally at length The regiment returned to Fully operational strength. Sanity quickly established Thanks to the decisions made And the Colonel and Sergeant Major Held a celebratory Regimental Parade. Pardons were quickly issued for those Who’d died without permission And the Regiment quickly returned To its allocated operational mission.

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Date: 5/8/2023 5:24:00 PM
Quite a story, Terry...and the rhyming looked challenging and well done to boot!
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Terry Ireland
Date: 5/8/2023 11:47:00 PM
Thanks David
Date: 5/8/2023 12:47:00 PM
this is brilliant, terry! you've made your point with some scathing dark humor and, of course, impeccable rhyme...
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Terry Ireland
Date: 5/8/2023 11:47:00 PM
Thanks ilene. I'm pretty sure its a very different army from my day, bur old attitudes are probably hard to change,
Date: 5/8/2023 7:00:00 AM
It's a great poem Terry, but I can't quite tell how it makes me feel. Great use of contrasting style and subject matter to ensure it makes you think
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Terry Ireland
Date: 5/8/2023 8:46:00 AM
Military state of mind Dilly. A Sgt was terminally ill, expected to die imminently. The bearer party rehearsed with a steel locker full of sand. Sadly they didn’t realise they were in full view of the quarters of the widow to be. They did move when told, eventually. I swear this is true - I was there.

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