I even felt sorry for them. As to your final question. Then a North Vietnamese recon unit had crashed the party, and our heroes had booked it for the wire. To turn you out, to turn you out, the Color-Sergeant said. Maybe he was the only for-sure coward I knew.
Generally ascribed as being set in India its detail does somewhat match the execution at Lucknow in 1887 of a Private Flaxman. I would surrender what I valued most, myself, and I would never be able to change my mind. At age 17 I signed the papers, had to talk my folks into signing the release, not an easy task. But some people wanted to execute him anyway, mostly for not shooting anyone. There he stayed until he rotated out. The Colonel sent us his super-soldiers. I guess I was trying to figure out what the elephant was.
I couldn't tell him that though. They were tainted, I guess. And if you don't, I want to hear about it. What was he even doing out here in the field? That's what I'm reading into, also. Some of them minus their boots and shirts. Maybe he can help save you, too. They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place, For 'e shot a comrade sleepin' -- you must look 'im in the face; Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace, While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.
That's one reason, it is not good to repeat bad habits. He never actually ran away, never failed to show up for guard duty or convoy protection or whatever he considered dangerous. I made it sound to my friends that I was going to Kathmandu to study something esoteric - research, not war. Fight for the people who love you, the people you love. B For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play, C The Regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away; C Ho! For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The Regiment's in 'ollow square -- they're hangin' him to-day; They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away, An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.
I wonder how he is now? What makes you look so white, so white? And he took some risk by doing that. The regular recurrence of the same end-words. It s bitter cold, it s bitter cold, the Color-Sergeant said. What makes that front-rank man fall down? I gave him a quizzical look. Files-on-Parade asks the Colour-Sergeant why the bugles are blowing, and the latter replies that they are sounding to bring out the soldiers. For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away; Ho! If we're going to really get down to it.
I staggered through school, got a degree and a dream job in a beautiful part of Colorado. Cause it's damn sure on my mind today. People I don't know, but I trust. Hell most of it did. Then you can go back to it later and pick it up again if you want.
Two years in, and all of this unpleasantness would be behind him. Some firing up ahead of us in the line. But I was still too civilized. The ambiguous origin of the incident as well as the descriptive names of the characters and the colloquial rhythm of their voices lends universality to the verse. Maybe some guy in the ward was inspired by it.
Don't get old if you can help it. Makes you glad to be alive, no? He was not going to let someone else turn his soldiers into murderers either. Maybe they were too smart to believe that Uncle Sam would never send them to fight an unjust war. Still, seems almost brave, what he did, standing up to all that contempt and anger. They said they would protect us. Fast forward five years from us returning from Iraq, and I was ditching my very serious girlfriend, a higher education which was going reasonably well, and a home life that was starting to become something good. He was skating by at our expense.