I’m happiest in the saddle.
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The Falklands War: The Untold Story
“A grenade exploded near us and lifted this soldier up in the air. There was shouting and screaming and explosions and bullets flying. Complete chaos. Anyway, he stood up and shouted ‘I’m hit! I’m hit!” He was swearing and screaming at the top of his voice but he could still walk. He turned to me and said, “Here. Take my rifle.” He handed over his ammunition to another soldier and then he started shouting “I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” I suppose he meant it was over for him. That he had had enough. This was all happening with the British troops right in front of us. Very close by. It was all so crazy. Its hard to explain now. Anyway, he started walking away and they threw a phosphorus grenade at him and he actually caught fire and started screaming. He was like a human torch. But what really bothered us was that he was lighting up our position so that the enemy could see us. We started waving him away. At that point, we really didn’t care whether he lived or died.”
Pvt. Horacio Benitez, Argentine conscript
“Well, you can always tell when if you are close to someone when they’ve been hit. Because you hear the crack of the bullet, but you also hear this sort of horrible sort-of ‘thwack’ as the bullet hits solid flesh and bone, and its pretty unpleasant. Its an extraordinary noise I suppose. Very grim. Even if you have never heard that sort of thing before, you just instinctively know exactly what’s happened. One of my soldiers who had a night sight suddenly saw one of them. And we heard the crack, and we heard the thump as it hit the Argentinian. There was a moment of silence and then there was the most terrible screaming from this Argentinian and he was screaming for his mother. And there was complete silence from both sides at this point and both of us listened to it. And I am sure we, in way, were just as horrified as the Argentinians. It really was an awful noise and it went on and on and on.”
Lt. Alistair Mitchell, Scotts Guards
ever wanted to know what your epithet would be if you were a character in greek mythology? now you can! you could be the next wine-dark sea, or maybe you’ll be unlucky and end up as the phallic gecko, because everything is possible in greek mythology
“strong-greaved god”
What is a greave?? (googles) Wait, I have sick calves?? Hell yeah I do, y'all can get this info about me for free!!
“lion-hearted spearman” Uh, okay…
KMFDM - Dogma
“Someone’s writing down your mistakes
Someone’s documenting your downfall”
All we want is a head rush.
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don’t have anything
Anything we want anyway… We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It’s more effective that way
We don’t live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets
And all were waiting for is for something worth waiting for
Let’s admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let’s stop saying don’t quote me because if no one quotes you
You probably haven’t said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear the pop-culture is only the culture we’re ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we’re addicted to the things we hate
We don’t run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your Country
Ask what your Country did to you
The only reason you’re still alive is because someone has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we’re not broke we’re broken
We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention
So what do you want
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are ultimately thrilled and desperate
Sky high and fucked
Let’s stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves
Let’s stop this and start over
Let’s go out-let’s keep going
This is your life-this is your fucking life
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven’t done anything wrong
Because frankly You haven’t done much of anything
Someone’s writing down your mistakes
Someone’s documenting your downfall
