Military Poem - "Women, Whisky and War"

[PJ Hardtack]

They are trying to gentle the gender
To "civilize" Western Man.
They think that your thoughts are too dirty,
not to forget your heart and your hands.

They bid us banish our weapons,
For bravery is "macho", they say.
We must learn that weeping's not weakness
And put it on public display.

They know not of weeping in private,
They know not how our hearts break.
They think that soldier's not human,
The arrogance of the mistake!

Let us charge our glasses for drinking
A dram to our friends in the Corps.
A toast to a life worth the living,
To women, whisky and war!

Not women to serve as our playmates,
But partners to stand at our side,
Our equals under the heavens
And first in our hearts and our pride.

Not whisky to burn out the senses,
But a dram of the old Highland malt,
To share with our friends over stories
And to ease the pain of our faults.

Not war as a game for the sadist,
But honour for men who would fight,
Refuse acquiescence to slavery,
And lay down their lives for the right.

They are trying to gentle the gender,
But there are wolves in the world,
And who will answer the summons
When a Fuhrer's next flag is unfurled?

They are trying to gentle the gender,
but when the old wolf's at the door,
They will beg for men who are living
For women, whisky and war!

Robert A. Hall
Scottish American Military Society

[Grapeshot]

Amen to that!