The International Brigades provided a shock force while the Republic trained and organized an army from an assemblage of individuals. The Spanish people knew they were not fighting alone.
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My Army, O, My Army!
My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes!
I want to see your colours; I want to hear your drums!
I heard them in my boyhood when all men’s hearts seemed cold;
I heard them as a Young Man—and I am growing old!
My army, O, my army! The signs are manifold!
My army, O, my army! My army and my Queen!
I used to sing your battle-songs when I was seventeen!
They came to me from ages, they came from far and near;
They came to me from Paris, they came to me from Here!—
They came when I was marching with the Army of the Rear.
My Queen’s dark eyes were flashing (oh, she was younger then!);
My Queen’s Red Cap was redder than the reddest blood of men!
My Queen marched like an Amazon, with anger manifest—
Her dark hair darkly matted from a knifegash in her breast
(For blood will flow where milk will not—her sisters knew the rest).
My legions ne’er were listed, they had no need to be;
My army ne’er was trained in arms—’twas trained in misery!
It took long years to mould it, but war could never drown
The shuffling of my army’s feet in the hunger-haunted town—
A little child was murdered, and so Tyranny went down.
My army kept no order, my army kept no time;
My army dug no trenches, yet died in dust and slime;
Its troops were fiercely ignorant, as to the manner born;
Its clothes were rags and tatters, or patches worn and torn—
Ah, me! It wore a uniform that I have often worn!
The faces of my army were ghastly as the dead;
My army’s cause was Hunger, my army’s cry was “Bread!”
It called on God and Mary and Christ of Nazareth;
It cried to kings and courtesans that fainted at its breath—
Its women beat their poor, flat breasts where babes had starved to death.
My army! My army—I hear the sound of drums
Above the roar of battles—and, lo! my army comes!
Nor creed of man may stay it—nor war, nor nation’s law—
The pikes go through the firing-lines as pitchforks go through straw—
Like pitchforks through the litter, while empires stand in awe.
poem by Henry Lawson
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What a big joke
What a big joke
the new defence force has become,
where three thousand soldiers
strike and run riot
and it’s people
who chooses to be soldiers.
If Jan Smuts ruled
they would have been dead
as he let them
load a gun
for Jopie Fourie
and to me it’s nothing less
than revolt
for which people in the past
could pay the ultimate penalty.
I almost laughed myself apart
when medical troops
where brought to justice
for whoring
and I wondered
what was now happening
at the once great 1 Mil?
What kind of army has no discipline
and in what defence force
troops and junior officers
tell generals
how to do their thing
and the President
is challenged
to take instructions?
In my time you where bound by law
to go without any choice
to the defence force
and if you did not go there,
the military police
quickly came to fetch you
at home.
In my defence force
nonsense was taken out of you
from the start
and the authority of higher ranks was supreme
and we exercised with a pole and tyre
and received
the best training there.
.
For two years we
had to do national service
against a pauper’s pay
and it felt at a time
as if the camps
would never end.
a Soldier pointed his finger
at a lieutenant
and received thirty days
in the detention barracks
for it.
It was a defence force
that showed its fist
to Swapo, Fapla,
the Cubans and Russians
and the best soldiers
knew their duty.
Against what foe
will this new army be able to stand
if there’s no discipline
and like in a asylum people run amok
and I wonder
what omen
is hitting the new South Africa
where patriotism
lies at the backdoor
and every soldier thinks
that he’s a general
and like all things
in this once great country,
this army is more than pathetic
against what it once was.
[Reference: 1 Mil=> One milatary hospital.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The International Brigades and the British volunteers were, numerically, only a small part of the Republican forces, but nearly all had accepted the need for organization and order in civilian life.
quote by Bill Alexander
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This Republic was called into being, organized, and is upheld, by a great political doctrine.
quote by Caleb Cushing
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Strange Loop
The fire you like so much in me
Is the mark of someone adamantly free
But you cant stop yourself from wanting words
Cause nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst
Baby Im tired of fighting
I always wanted you
I broke up at the roadhouse
I wouldnt know you were alive
You havent seen me for weeks now
It wouldnt shock you if
I drove right out through the back of your eyes
I cant be trusted
Theyre saying I cant be true
But I only wanted more than I knew
Baby Im tired of fighting
I always wanted you
I only wanted more than I knew
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Organized Force
An organized force shall belittle me when,
The final gestures have been consumed,
The little heavenly feelings are swallowed,
The innocent children of nights condemn us.
An army has surmounted us in our sleep,
Unaware of the cruelty of the state.
We are the state, the statements come from us
In the headquarters we call.
The police are again provisions for the civilians,
Let them come for ever, in ways they want.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Science is nothing but trained and organized common sense.
quote by Thomas H. Huxley
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Science is nothing, but trained and organized common sense.
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Therefore, every country has to understand that fighting against international terrorism is not for the sake of the United States, but for the sake of themselves, and, to a larger extent, in the name of stability of international relations.
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Love Is An Army
Fear is any army
Fighting against me
Fighting a lost cause
If I could only change their uniform
They'd be soldiers of love
Marching on and on
Love is any army
Waiting for me
Waiting for this girl
If I could only stretch my arms around you
I'd suddenly see
There ain't nothin' wrong with me
Hear
Words fly out
The roof of my mouth
They found a flaw
In my armor
Heart so still
Your beating will
Heal the wars I remember
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from Twisted Angel
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Shot At Dawn
Those deaths a shameful memory
Shot at dawn for cowardice.
Almost unbelievably
Young soldiers paid the final price.
They died because they chose to lie.
About their age to volunteer.
The normal rules did not apply.
Research has made it very clear.
That the army bears the blame.
That proof exists they can't deny.
To their everlasting shame.
They did not try to verify.
The age of youthful volunteers.
Although they could and should have done.
I'm sad to say that it appears
They rarely checked on anyone.
The generals and the brigadiers.
Did not care apparently.
That mere schoolboys of tender years.
Were enlisted readily.
To take the place of fighting men.
Already fallen to the foe.
They had to fill the ranks again.
So they pretended not to know.
How many shell shocked boys were shot.
Accused of being cowardly.
The brass hats knew but they dare not
Admit their failings openly.
The Great War ended long ago.
The guilty men have long since died.
But now at least the people know.
Despite the fact the army tried.
To hide the truth but they could not.
New evidence has come to light.
Which proves that shell shocked boys were shot.
Because they could no longer fight.
We understand shell shock today.
Much better than they did back then.
We view the world a different way.
We know that stress can cripple men.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Worth Fighting For
You said I could never find, a way to ease your mind
But where I go you wind up in the dust
I tried so hard to have you reach another side of me
Instead you werent to nowhere and forgot
So I wonder on
Asking where you might have gone
But what I knew before
Some things are worth fighting for
Diserty can wear you down, but still Im rollin through
Did I see your figure in the haze?
I am driven by your thirst, to quench myself of love
The sun beats on me for the price I pay
So I wonder on
Asking where you might have gone
From what I knew before
Some things are worth fighting for,
Yeah
Night rode leads me to a town of dust
Beckon by the gloss, of jealousy, and tumble weed
There calling out
Forever more
Worth fighting for
Im leading in the wind
Head bowed down from what I saw
My shadow far a friend
Theres something that worth fighting for
So Im moving on
Asking where you might have gone
From what I knew before
Some things are worth fighting for
Worth fighting for
song performed by by Judas Priest
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We are going to sign a treaty with Mexico. We are competing internationally. We need another international airport for international cargo, international travel, international businesses.
quote by Richard M. Daley
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Just Reflecting
Is there any war worth its aims and targets?
Shall we accept winners and losers
Keeping on fighting and threatening with continuous air strikes?
Do you really think this is a question of...
power, justice, bravery, and determination?
Do international leaders feel it as an accomplishment?
Do they end up feeling more tranquil
Just because UN has provided emergency relief?
Where's the strong will, mutual understanding,
and sensible spirit of cooperation?
Where's flexibility, respect for human rights,
and fair democracy to free every nation? !
Hundreds (or thousands) of lives have been destroyed;
Innocent people whose dreams have been buried!
Tell us why weren't they protected?
They would actually be the utmost witness
Amidst the rubble and ghosty scenery of distress! !
(July 2006)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Is The Battle Worth Fighting?
some individuals fight battles
with other individuals needlessly
some individuals are never long
content with getting their own way
some individuals fight ferociously
to dominate all those around about
some individuals who cannot safe vent dominate
their own desires seek to next dominate all others
some individuals who cannot control own emotions
seek to control all within range sphere of influence
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Right in Front of the Army
"Where 'ave you been this week or more,
'Aven't seen you about the war'?
Thought perhaps you was at the rear
Guarding the waggons." "What, us? No fear!
Where have we been? Why, bless my heart,
Where have we been since the bloomin' start?
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army
Teaching 'em how to fight!"
Every separate man you see,
Sapper, gunner, and C.I.V.,
Every one of 'em seems to be
Right in front of the army!
Most of the troops to the camp had gone,
When we met with a cow-gun toiling on;
And we said to the boys, as they walked her past,
"Well, thank goodness, you're here at last!"
"Here at last! Why, what d'yer mean?
Ain't we just where we've always been?
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army,
Teaching'em bow to fight!"
Correspondents and Vets in force,
Mounted foot and dismounted horse,
All of them were, as a matter of course,
Right in the front of the army.
Old Lord Roberts will have to mind
If ever the enemy get behind;
For they'll smash him up with a rear attack,
Because his army has got no back!
Think of the horrors that might befall
An army without any rear at all!
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army,
Teaching 'em how to fight!
Swede attaches and German counts,
Yeomen (known as De Wet's Remounts),
All of them were, by their own accounts,
Right in the front of the army!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The Churchs' Magnet
I'm fighting the magnet
I can't go inside
Someone, please tell me, why?
I'm being pulled back
By an opposite force
Fighting constantly within my self
How can I work there?
Not reaching my goal
The doors are open
I can't get through
I know how to pray
To serve my higher power
Though I seem to lose it
When I look at the people
Going there
Magnets that do not attract
poem by Matt Mondschein
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But the Air Force was sort of a bastard child of the Army, much like the Marines with the Navy. Everything had to be done over by the Army after it had already been done by the Air Corps, a mess.
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Falling into oblivion
We were only eighteen
and just matriculated
when the call up papers came
and we went to the army
by troop train.
The die was cast
and our lives
changed all to fast
from that first military train ride.
We were paid very little
and trained at basic camp
and trained again
and sent to war.
Some of us died
and some survived
and was changed
by what happened there,
but today
that time and place
and all of that
are falling into oblivion
as if the sacrifices made
was all in vain.
poem by Gert Strydom
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We support every effort to combat international terrorism through the formulation of international conventions and hope that the international community will take further steps to improve the anti-terrorism international legal framework.