2008 Current Affairs Imported From Epistula Poems Politics


In World War One

  • Forty two million people were mobilised for the Allies
  • There were twenty two million casualties on the Allied side.
  • There are less than ten people alive left who fought.

    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter 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.

    In World War Two

  • Over 10% of the 1939 population of Germany were killed. 16% of Poland.
  • The soviet union suffered 10,700,000 military deaths.
  • The UK lost 382,600.
  • One of these was John Brunt

    The point of Remembrance day is not war. It’s not really peace, either, and anyone using it to push any political agenda is doing the Service a disservice. It’s the unspoken social contract between those who go to fight the powers that would attack our country and those who survive: That if you go and fight, and do not return, we will remember them.

    You may disagree with the current war, where the direct threat to our lands is diffuse and not really counterable – and possibly enhanced – by direct action in the lands of others, but this war is not all wars, and these reasons are not all reasons, and those that die of these decisions did not make them.

    And so we remember them.

Imported From Epistula Poems

Game Over

You wanted lymericks?…

Game Over.

I’ve had enough. In fact, I’m though.
Relationship over, for you.
My life is a falsehood.
Your promises no good.
I told her, Game over, we’re though.

It started, god is it a year?
It always seemed less than that here,

The valentines meal.
Confessed how I feel.
Stars above, Confess love, never fear.

I never expected replys,
I expected a fobbing with lies
With no second date.
resigned to my fate.
To be lonely, with only goodbyes.

And thus was the courtship begun,
The jokes and the games and the fun.
The bright summer fair,
just you and I there.
And suprises and prizes I won.

And then we proceed to last week.
When somone decided to speak.
And tell me the girl

put me in a swirl
Was seen – and obscene – with James Deek.

I never could tell her I knew.
My heart now just shattered in two.
So I just said it streight:
It’s not love now, It’s hate.
And the tears, and the fears, followed though.

I still cannot possibly see,

how I thought that that girl could love me.
Her top social classes
Me with geek-like glasses
Couldn’t last. Didn’t pass. Couldn’t be.

And so I am back to square one.
As if I had never begun.
Stuck all alone,
Back in single zone.
Never care. Isn’t fair. Antifun.