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Wednesday, June 26, 2024

DENNIS PATRICK: PRELUDE TO INDEPENDENCE DAY

America’s political elites, with the help from the Pentagon, are destroying America’s military. Such a warm thought as we approach the 248th Independence Day celebration!

America’s military cannot survive the intentional dispelling of good order and discipline in the name of “Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion.” Today’s military endures mandatory training in Critical Race Theory, gender policy, and “domestic extremism.” Whether the population mocks the military, or the government derides it, the effect is the same. Those who once loathed the military now hold power and are hellbent with neutering our armed forces.

Rudyard Kipling wrote of the British soldier and his antagonists. Unlike the Brits, however, Leftists crept into American culture, then into the institutions, and now into our fighting forces with the intent of destroying the last bastion hindering them from total domination.

Read and reflect on Kipling’s poem “Tommy” (a colloquial term for “soldier”) and think about America’s armed forces’ failure to attract enlistees.

 

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, Mister 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, 'ow'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;

            An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!

 

West Point cancelled its motto “Duty, Honor, Country.” Love of country became racist. The Christian chaplaincy has been rendered equivalent to social services. The all-volunteer force is reduced to lab rats.

No wonder recruitment is at an all-time low. “…you bet that Tommy sees!”

 

Dennis M. Patrick can be contacted at (JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address).

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