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# Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/A Song of the Sandbags
## A Song of the Sandbags

No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh  (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though I strafes 'em good and 'ard I doesn't 'ate the Boche,  I guess they're mostly decent, just the same as most of us. I guess they loves their 'omes and kids as much as you or me;  And just the same as you or me they'd rather shake than fight; And if we'd 'appened to be born at Berlin-on-the-Spree,  We'd be out there with 'Ans and Fritz, dead sure that we was right.
A-standin' up to the sandbags  It's funny the thoughts wot come;  Starin' into the darkness,  'Earin' the bullets 'um;  (Zing! Zip! Ping! Rip!  'ark 'ow the bullets 'um!)  A-leanin' against the sandbags  Wiv me rifle under me ear,  Oh, I've 'ad more thoughts on a sentry-go  Than I used to 'ave in a year.
I wonder, Bill, if 'Ans and Fritz is wonderin' like me  Wot's at the bottom of it all? Wot all the slaughter's for? 'E thinks 'e's right (of course 'e ain't) but this we both agree,  If them as made it 'ad to fight, there wouldn't be no war. If them as lies in feather beds while we kips in the mud;  If them as makes their fortoons while we fights for 'em like 'ell; If them as slings their pot of ink just 'ad to sling their blood:  By Crust! I'm thinkin' there 'ud be another tale to tell.
Shiverin' up to the sandbags,  With a hicicle 'stead of a spine,  Don't it seem funny the things you think  'Ere in the firin' line:  (Whee! Whut! Ziz! Zut!  Lord! 'ow the bullets whine!)  Hunkerin' down when a star-shell  Cracks in a sputter of light,  You can jaw to yer soul by the sandbags  Most any old time o' night.
They talks o' England's glory and a-'oldin' of our trade,  Of Empire and 'igh destiny until we're fair flim-flammed; But if it's for the likes o' that that bloody war is made,  Then wot I say is: Empire and 'igh destiny be damned! There's only one good cause, Bill, for poor blokes like us to fight:  That's self-defence, for 'earth and 'ome, and them that bears our name; And that's wot I'm a-doin' by the sandbags 'ere to-night. . . .  But Fritz out there will tell you 'e's a-doin' of the same.
Starin' over the sandbags,  Sick of the 'ole damn thing;  Firin' to keep meself awake,  'Earin' the bullets sing.  (Hiss! Twang! Tsing! Pang!  Saucy the bullets sing.)  Dreamin' 'ere by the sandbags  Of a day when war will cease,  When 'Ans and Fritz and Bill and me  Will clink our mugs in fraternity,  And the Brotherhood of Labour will be  The Brotherhood of Peace.
# Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/A Pot of Tea

You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam;  You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You lift it with your bay'nit, and you sniff the fragrant steam;  The very breath of it is ripe with cheer. You're awful cold and dirty, and a-cursin' of your lot;  You scoff the blushin' 'alf of it, so rich and rippin' 'ot; It bucks you up like anythink, just seems to touch the spot:  God bless the man that first discovered Tea!
Since I came out to fight in France, which ain't the other day,  I think I've drunk enough to float a barge; All kinds of fancy foreign dope, from caffy and doo lay,  To rum they serves you out before a charge. In back rooms of estaminays I've gurgled pints of cham;  I've swilled down mugs of cider till I've felt a bloomin' dam; But 'struth! they all ain't in it with the vintage of Assam:  God bless the man that first invented Tea!
I think them lazy lumps o' gods wot kips on asphodel  Swigs nectar that's a flavour of Oolong; I only wish them sons o' guns a-grillin' down in 'ell  Could 'ave their daily ration of Suchong. Hurrah! I'm off to battle, which is 'ell and 'eaven too;  And if I don't give some poor bloke a sexton's job to do, To-night, by Fritz's campfire, won't I 'ave a gorgeous brew  (For fightin' mustn't interfere with Tea). To-night we'll all be tellin' of the Boches that we slew,  As we drink the giddy victory in Tea. ŭ
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# Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/Faith
### Faith

Since all that is was ever bound to be;  Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind;  And both the riddle and the answer find, And both the carnage and the calm decree; Since plain within the Book of Destiny  Is written all the journey of mankind  Inexorably to the end; since blind And mortal puppets playing parts are we:
Then let's have faith; good cometh out of ill;  The power that shaped the strife shall end the strife; Then let's bow down before the Unknown Will;  Fight on, believing all is well with life; Seeing within the worst of War's red rage The gleam, the glory of the Golden Age.
# Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/Bill's Grave

Jean Desprez

### Bill's Grave

I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill;  I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause Jim wouldn't understand; 'E'd call me a silly fat'ead, and larf till it made 'im ill,  To see me 'ere in the cornfield, wiv a big bookay in me 'and.
For Jim and me we are rough uns, but Bill was one o' the best;  We 'listed and learned together to larf at the wust wot comes; Then Bill copped a packet proper, and took 'is departure West,  So sudden 'e 'adn't a minit to say good-bye to 'is chums.
And they took me to where 'e was planted, a sort of a measly mound,  And, thinks I, 'ow Bill would be tickled, bein' so soft and queer, If I gathered a bunch o' them wild-flowers, and sort of arranged them round  Like a kind of a bloody headpiece . . . and that's the reason I'm 'ere.
But not for the love of glory I wouldn't 'ave Jim to know.  'E'd call me a slobberin' Cissy, and larf till 'is sides was sore; I'd 'ave larfed at meself too, it isn't so long ago;  But some'ow it changes a feller, 'avin' a taste o' war.
It 'elps a man to be 'elpful, to know wot 'is pals is worth  (Them golden poppies is blazin' like lamps some fairy 'as lit); I'm fond o' them big white dysies. . . . Now Jim's o' the salt o' the earth;  But 'e 'as got a tongue wot's a terror, and 'e ain't sentimental a bit.
I likes them blue chaps wot's 'idin' so shylike among the corn.  Won't Bill be glad! We was allus thicker 'n thieves, us three. Why! 'Oo's that singin' so 'earty? jim! And as sure as I'm born  'E's there in the giddy cornfields, a-gatherin' flowers like me.
Quick! Drop me posy be'ind me. I watches 'im for a while,  Then I says: "Wot 'o, there, Chummy! Wot price the little bookay?" And 'e starts like a bloke wot's guilty, and 'e says with a sheepish smile:  "She's a bit of orl right, the widder wot keeps the estaminay."
So 'e goes away in a 'urry, and I wishes 'im best o' luck,  And I picks up me bunch o' wild-flowers, and the light's gettin' sorto dim, When I makes me way to the boneyard, and . . . I stares like a man wot's stuck,  For wot do I see? Bill's grave-mound strewn with the flowers of Jim.
Of course I won't never tell 'im, bein' a tactical lad;  And Jim parley-voos to the widder: "Trez beans, lamoor; compree?" Oh, 'e'd die of shame if 'e knew I knew; but say! won't Bill be glad  When 'e stares through the bleedin' clods and sees the blossoms of Jim and me?
# Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/Carry On!
### Carry On

It's easy to fight when everything's right,  And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near,  And wallow in fields that are gory. It's a different song when everything's wrong,  When you're feeling infernally mortal; When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,  Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!  There isn't much punch in your blow. You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind; You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.  Carry on! Carry on!  You haven't the ghost of a show. It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,  Carry on, my son! Carry on!
And so in the strife of the battle of life  It's easy to fight when you're winning; It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,  When the dawn of success is beginning. But the man who can meet despair and defeat  With a cheer, there's the man of God's choosing; The man who can fight to Heaven's own height  Is the man who can fight when he's losing.
Carry on! Carry on!  Things never were looming so black. But show that you haven't a cowardly streak, And though you're unlucky you never are weak.  Carry on! Carry on!  Brace up for another attack. It's looking like hell, but — you never can tell:  Carry on, old man! Carry on!
There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,  And some who in brutishness wallow; There are others, I know, who in piety go  Because of a Heaven to follow. But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,  For the sweetness and joy of the giving; To help folks along with a hand and a song;  Why, there's the real sunshine of living.
Carry on! Carry on!  Fight the good fight and true; Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer; There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.  Carry on! Carry on!  Let the world be the better for you; And at last when you die, let this be your cry:  Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
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# Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/Cocotte
### Cocotte

When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty,  And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, Heigh-ho! She's as safe in Paris city  As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, it's seven years now  (Some water's run down the Seine since then), And I've almost forgotten the pangs and the tears now,  And I've almost taken the measure of men.
Oh, I found me a lover who loved me only,  Artist and poet, and almost a boy. And my heart was bruised, and my life was lonely,  And him I adored with a wonderful joy. If he'd come to me with his pockets empty,  How we'd have laughed in a garret gay! But he was rich, and in radiant plenty  We lived in a villa at Viroflay.
Then came the War, and of bliss bereft me;  Then came the call, and he went away; All that he had in the world he left me,  With the rose-wreathed villa at Viroflay. Then came the news and the tragic story:  My hero, my splendid lover was dead, Sword in hand on the field of glory,  And he died with my name on his lips, they said.
So here am I in my widow's mourning,  The weeds I've really no right to wear; And women fix me with eyes of scorning,  Call me "cocotte", but I do not care. And men look at me with eyes that borrow  The brightness of love, but I turn away; Alone, say I, I will live with Sorrow,  In my little villa at Viroflay.
And lo! I'm living alone with Pity,  And they say that pity from love's not far; Let me tell you all: last week in the city  I took the metro at Saint Lazare; And the carriage was crowded to overflowing,  And when there entered at Chateaudun Two wounded poilus with medals showing,  I eagerly gave my seat to one.
You should have seen them: they'd slipped death's clutches,  But sadder a sight you will rarely find; One had a leg off and walked on crutches,  The other, a bit of a boy, was blind. And they both sat down, and the lad was trying  To grope his way as a blind man tries; And half of the women around were crying,  And some of the men had tears in their eyes.
How he stirred me, this blind boy, clinging  Just like a child to his crippled chum. But I did not cry. Oh no; a singing  Came to my heart for a year so dumb, Then I knew that at three-and-twenty  There is wonderful work to be done, Comfort and kindness and joy in plenty,  Peace and light and love to be won.
Oh, thought I, could mine eyes be given  To one who will live in the dark alway! To love and to serve — 'twould make life Heaven  Here in my villa at Viroflay. So I left my poilus: and now you wonder  Why to-day I am so elate. . . . Look! In the glory of sunshine yonder  They're bringing my blind boy in at the gate.
# Rep Chu Decries Prejudiced Arrest of 14 Year Old Muslim Boy

Rep Chu Decries Prejudiced Arrest of 14 Year Old Muslim Boy. also archived by the Internet Archive. Congresswoman Judy May Chu. September 16, 2015. United States House of Representatives.
Rep. Chu Decries Prejudiced Arrest of 14 Year Old Muslim Boy
U.S. Congresswoman Judy Chu
September 16, 2015
Rep. Chu Decries Prejudiced Arrest of 14 Year Old Muslim Boy
Sep 16, 2015 Issues: Civil Rights and Equality, My Caucuses
WASHINGTON, DC – On Monday, September 14, Ahmed Mohamed, 14, was arrested and suspended from his school in Irving, Texas for bringing a clock that he built himself into school. According to reports, teachers and police accused Mohamed of instead making a bomb. Mohamed is currently serving a three-day suspension. Rep. Chu released the following statement:
“Ahmed and his talents have become victims of a culture of suspicion that we must extinguish. We must be better than to treat school children as terrorists. Ahmed’s suspension should be lifted, he should be brought back to school where he belongs, and his teachers and principal must apologize. Our future is bleak if we allow prejudice to become more important than the education of our children When we speak of supporting our next generation, that means all children regardless of your skin color or what religion you practice.
“This incident is an extremely disturbing and inappropriate response to an innocent act -- a creative kid who built his own clock and brought it to school. Ahmed demonstrated the kind of ambition, creativity, and intelligence we strive to see in all of our students. But, faculty and administrators at MacArthur High School criminalized his actions because of the blatant racism and profiling of an American Muslim high school student. Now, because of these racist and mistrustful responses from authority figures, students like Ahmed may be too afraid to engage and further express their creativity at school. This right here is where racial profiling and Islamophobic rhetoric lead us. What a tragedy."
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# Repeal of Act for Securing Dependence of Ireland Act 1782

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Source: Certain Acts Relating to the Parliament of Ireland. London. Henry Hansard and Son. 1886.
ANNO VICESIMO SECUNDO GEORGII III. REGIS.
CAP. LIII.
AN ACT to repeal an Act, made in the Sixth Year of the reign of his late Majesty King George the First, intituled, An Act for the better securing the Dependency of the Kingdom of Ireland upon the Crown of Great Britain.
WHEREAS an Act was passed in the Sixth Year of the reign of his late Majesty King George the First, intituled, An Act for the better securing the Dependency of the Kingdom of Ireland upon the Crown of Great Britain; may it please Your most Excellent Majesty that it may be enacted; and be it enacted by the King's most Excellent Majesty, by and with the advice and consent of the Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and Commons, in this present Parliament assembled, and by the authority of the same, that from and after the passing of this Act, the above-mentioned Act, and the several matters and things therein contained, shall be, and is and are hereby repealed.
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# Repentance

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# Repeal of Volkstaat Council Provisions Act, 2001

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Act No. 30 of 2001. First published on 23 November 2001 in Government Gazette No. 22859, but deemed to be retroactive to 30 April 2001.
(English text signed by the President.) (Assented to 12 November 2001.)
Act
To repeal sections 184A and 184B(1)(a), (b) and (d) of the Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1993; and to provide for matters connected therewith.
Be it enacted by the Parliament of the Republic of South Africa, as follows:―
Repeal of sections 184A and 184B(1)(a), (b) and (d) of Act 200 of 1993
1. Sections 184A and 184B(1)(a), (b) and (d) of the Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1993, are hereby repealed.
Short title and commencement
2. This Act is called the Repeal of Volkstaat Council Provisions Act, 2001, and must be regarded as having taken effect on 30 April 2001.
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# Repeal the Don't Ask, Don't Tell Policy

Source: 2009 Congressional Record, Vol. 155, Page E2465
Repeal the Don't Ask, Don't Tell Policy
HON. SHELLEY BERKLEY
OF NEVADA IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Ms. BERKLEY. Mr. Speaker, I would like to thank Congressman Murphy for providing me with the opportunity to speak on this important issue. As a cosponsor of the Military Readiness Enhancement Act, I fully support the repeal of the unjust, unnecessary, and unsound "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy. I believe we must reject current practices that have institutionalized discrimination against many valuable members of our armed services for too long. Instead, we must establish a new policy of nondiscrimination on the basis of sexual orientation.
"Don't Ask, Don't Tell" is simply unjust. It flies in the face of the fundamental American value of equality for all. No individual, including those in our armed forces, should be discriminated against based on his or her sexual orientation. Members of our armed services have fought honorably to protect our safety and freedom, so the least we can do in return is to fight to protect their freedom and equality as well. My hometown of Las Vegas includes Nellis Air Force Base, one of the premier Air Force facilities in the U.S., and I believe the courageous men and women who serve there deserve to be treated with equality and respect, regardless of their sexual orientation.
The "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy is also completely unnecessary. The vast majority of Americans believe our troops deserve the opportunity to serve with honesty and honor. And most importantly, a majority of servicemembers have said they would have no reservations about serving alongside gay and lesbian troops, proving the problems this policy supposedly prevents are not, in fact, problems at all.
Not only is this practice unjust and unnecessary, it is also unsound. Our military should not fire valuable servicemembers simply for being gay, particularly during a time of war when we need every American who is willing and able to serve. Furthermore, repealing "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" would increase, not undercut, unit cohesion by fostering openness and trust among troops.
Ultimately, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" does nothing to contribute to our national security. In reality, it only undermines the strength and integrity of our military system. I believe this practice should be repealed immediately, not only for the benefit of our armed forces, but for the safety of Nevada and our Nation as a whole.
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# Resignation (Young)/Part 2

* ↑ Candide.
* ↑ Second part.
* ↑ Ephes. vi. 17.
* ↑ Which his romance ridicules.
* ↑ Isaiah lvii. 15.
* ↑ Letter to Lord Lyttleton.
* ↑ Alluding to Prussia.
# Resignation (Young)/Part 1

* ↑ Mrs. M———
* ↑ Whilst the author was writing this, he received the news of Mr. Richardson's death, who was then printing the the former part of the poem.
* ↑ Mrs. M———
* ↑ Mrs. M———. Mrs. C———.
# Resignation (Young)/Postscript

FINIS.
# Resignation from U.S. National Security Advisor post

Letter of resignation of United States National Security Advisor Michael Flynn
THE WHITE HOUSE
$^{WASHINGTON}$
February 13, 2017
In the course of my duties as the incoming National Security Advisor, I held numerous phone calls with foreign counterparts, ministers, and ambassadors. These calls were to facilitate a smooth transition and begin to build the necessary relationships between the President, his advisors and foreign leaders. Such calls are standard practice in any transition of this magnitude.
Unfortunately, because of the fast pace of events, I inadvertently briefed the Vice President Elect and others with incomplete information regarding my phone calls with the Russian Ambassador, I have sincerely apologized to the President and the Vice President, and they have accepted my apology.
Throughout my over thirty three years of honorable military service, and my tenure as the National Security Advisor, I have always performed my duties with the utmost integrity and honesty to those I have served, to include the President of the United States.
I am tendering my resignation, honored to have served our nation and the American people in such a distinguished way.
I am also extremely honored to have served President Trump, who in just three weeks, has reoriented American foreign policy in fundamental ways to restore America's leadership position in the world.
As I step away once again from serving my nation in this current capacity, I wish to thank President Trump for his personal loyalty, the friendship of those who I worked with throughout the hard fought campaign, the challenging period of transition, and during the early days of his presidency.
I know with the strong leadership of President Donald J. Trump and Vice President Mike Pence and the superb team they are assembling, this team will go down in history as one of the greatest presidencies in U.S. history, and I firmly believe the American people will be well served as they all work together to help Make America Great Again.
Michael T. Flynn, LTG (Ret)
Assistant to the President / National Security Advisor
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