Not another one! This bloody war must end! Frank W. Buckles died Sunday, sadly yet not unexpectedly at age 110 [...] In 1917 and 1918, close to 5 million Americans served in World War I, and Mr. Buckles, a cordial fellow of gentle humor, was the last known survivor. "I knew there'd be only one someday," he said a few years back. "I didn't think it would be me."
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner by Randall Jarrell <i> From my mother&#039;s sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. </i>
... <i>If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes wilting in his face, His hanging face, like a devil&#039;s sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitten as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. </i>
Off topic and not to detract from Mr. Buckle&#039;s passing...but I bet there are bunches of Jehovah&#039;s Witless&#039; just coming into their plain white briefs at this news. The <a href="http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Eschatology_of_Jehovah%27s_Witnesses#The_.22generation_of_1914.22_.281976.E2.80.932011.29" target="_blank">time</a> is nigh!
it had to be said.
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner by Randall Jarrell <i> From my mother&#039;s sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. </i>
Oy....I once had a supervisor that was a JW. Those fuckers are creepier than you can imagine.
I say he&#039;s a hero for not parleying that POW experience into a career in politics.
i wish i could give you more points for that though i do not expect wonkette to make me tear up.
... <i>If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes wilting in his face, His hanging face, like a devil&#039;s sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitten as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. </i>
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.
Off topic and not to detract from Mr. Buckle&#039;s passing...but I bet there are bunches of Jehovah&#039;s Witless&#039; just coming into their plain white briefs at this news. The <a href="http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Eschatology_of_Jehovah%27s_Witnesses#The_.22generation_of_1914.22_.281976.E2.80.932011.29" target="_blank">time</a> is nigh!
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