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While I know that many,including me, support our armed forces morally and practically,there are times when asking why anyone would be prepared to risk life and limb for this country is a fair question.
'It was also reported that others complained that limbless servicemen were scaring children at the centre.'
We shouldn't keep children wrapped in cotton wool away from real life. If the truth is ugly or hurts they might make a better next generation because of it.
One person I admire very much for not hiding away and bringing the reality of war casualties to the fore is Simon Weston. If he was a Great War casualty, he would has been hidden away in an asylum out of public sight for life.
If and when the complainers children are sent to and injured in a pointless war by an uncaring government tnen abandoned by it when they come home they will see this from diffrerent perpective.
If GB & co spent less of OUR money abroad they could provide better facilities and eqiupment to the troops both at home and when sent to fight instead of this constant penny pinching. Where does all the money they keep taking in ever increasing amounts go to
The article states that the injured service men were driven out of the pool by jeering members of the public - well the women didn't jeer, they just complained about the men not paying. So who jeered, in all likelihood it was no-one.
Every day the Torygraph becomes more like a broadsheet Daily Mail
Spot on both of you but that`s the British press for you, never once to let the facts get in the way of a good story.
You summed it up neatly - I agree 100%
An opportune moment to pay Rudyard Kipling another visit. Lenghty but worth the read.
by Rudyard Kipling (1865– 1936)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's ``Thank you, Mister Atkins,' when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's ``Thank you, Mr. Atkins,' when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy how's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind,"
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country," when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
But Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool - you bet that Tommy sees!
Sad that anyone has complained, and a great shame that they don't realise if servicemen had not fought for our country in previous wars they may not have a nice swimming pool and life their used to now.
I agree with Quickbeam, life can be hard, no point in trying to hide things or people away.
of references to the women involved as "low life scum".
By all means react to the story, and by all means react strongly, but don't use silly terms like that to describe people, it's not necessary.
"Rather than pillory two women who simply lost their temper when they thought they were being deprived of services they had paid for, how about asking why the MoD can't afford to provide the very best rehabilitation facility for injured troops?"
Precisely my feelings, and precisely the point. I'm fairly sure that the service people involved weren't all that comfortable with this situation either.
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