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Written by Mike Steele
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When out on your epic adventures be sure to get some van insurance or at least some breakdown cover because you just never know what's going to be around that corner when travelling around in your van, which you no doubt own. It's probably also a good idea to get some decent home insurance as well, to protect your belongings at home, whilst you're out doing whatever it is you're doing.
Last edited 19th March 2009
"Baron " (don't laugh) James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt is the Director General of the IBA (International Bodyguard Association) and makes the most extraordinary claims about military service. He claims to have served in the SAS, Royal Marines Commando, Parachute Regiment, and other Special Forces throughout the world. His CV lists other unlikely honours, including Papal Honours..
When I was working in Moscow with Peter McAleese, James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt attempted to discredit Peter, (ex-SAS, UK and Rhodesian, Parachute Regiment, UK and South Africa), as he considered him a rival for training bodyguards in Moscow.
James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt is currently featuring in "Private Eye" Dated 20th January 2009.. The column is titled "A Shortt Story" on page 28.. Read it and weep.......
It just rumbles on and on... 29th January 2009 in the Sun newspaper And James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt said: “I have proof of all that I say.”.. Priceless..... And there's more.... 30th January 2009 Sun newspaper (scroll down a bit) "And they didn’t spot him as a fraud?" Fabulous....
Have a look at the links below and make up your own mind....
ARRSE (Army Rumour Service)
Wiki article detailing James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt's self awarded medals
Wiki article about "Baron Castleshort" Plain old James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt..
Wiki article listing James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt's dubious claims
ARRSE forum investigating and debunking James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt's claims
ARRSE member's recollections of training with James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt
more fallout from his dubious claims - Jim Shortt is not a consultant to Eye Spy
In contrast to dubious/fraudulent claims by James (Jim/Jimbo/Seamus) Shortt, if you get a chance to read here, you can see the lists of true servicemen and women who have paid the ultimate price for their service to their country.
Gunga Din - World War 1
After the battle of Shaikh Sa'Ad in Mesopotamia, in January 1916, more than 300 wounded were being transported down the Tigris to Basra in a steamer and on open barges lashed on either side of it.
Many suffered from dysentery as well as wounds - and it was raining.
There appeared to be only one Indian bhisti (water-carrier), an old man over 60 years of age, to attend to all.
He was nearly demented in trying to serve everyone at once. When my severely wounded neighbour - from Camberwell, - saw the bhisti, his welcome made us smile through our miseries.
"Coo! If it ain't old Gunga Din! Wherever 'ave yer bin, me old brown son? Does yer muvver know yer aht?"
A. S. Edwardes (late C.S.M., 1st Seaforth Highlanders), West Gate, Royal Hospital, Chelsea, S.W.3
Found at www.firstworldwar.com
Gunga Din - World War2
Before we went over to France, when we were exercising on a gun site at
Beaulieu, there was an American Liberator squadron on the downs, and
that’s where the naming of the vehicles started. The major, he was one
of those “haw haw” types, said it had got to be done properly; the
gun-towing tractors had to be called “Planets”; the three ton lorries
were ‘Stars’, and, I can see him now coming to me and saying “What are
you doing Henry (which was my nickname), what are you going to call
yours?” I said, “I’d thought about Gunga Din, sir”. “What? What? Jolly
good idea, haw haw haw!” Of course, we travelled on schemes all over
country, but every time we passed another regiment, every water truck
was the same - they all had Gunga Din on them!
(Read more)
- Contributed by cornwallcsv featuring Reginald Gordon Hawkings
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- Found at BBC - WW2 People's War
The Royal British Legion is calling on the British Government to honour its life-long duty of care to those making a unique commitment to their country.
The British Government is failing in it's duty to our servicemen and women. Please click on the links above and below to see how you can help.
Campaign documentation
More from the UK Press - The Daily Telegraph
Recommended daily reading - Rogue Gunner
To access the downloads, or add articles,please create an account
, it should only take a few minutes and is free...
For anyone interested in my past specialised security work, please have a look at the photographs training Russian bodyguards with Peter McAleese, in the "photo galleries" - "bodyguard instruction" section.
There are photos of Joanne Geraghty in the photo galleries, for those who want to remember her, and on a lighter note there is plenty of Rudyard Kipling, Bernie Tormé, Deep Purple, Tom Lehrer, and other "rock stuff". There is a newish section "the war poets" featuring, at the moment, poets from the First World War. There is also a section with poetry/monologues by Marriott Edgar, the man who wrote "Albert and the Lion".
- Rudyard Kipling and also zipped downloads - (in "file downloads")
- Bernie Tormé, Budgie, Stuart Smith, Deep Purple,
Robin Trower, Jon Lord, Terrorvision - gig photos and reviews
- War poets section, including, Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke, Robert Graves, John McCrae, Isaac Rosenberg, Robert Service and Edmund Blunden.
- Tom Lehrer lyrics, and cartoons (coming perhaps.)
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Written by Mick Heywood © 2005
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In Basra’s war torn city, a soldier stands so tall,
Smiling at the locals, with his back against a wall,
Beneath a veil of calmness, his heart beats like a drum,
Thinking of the folks he loves, his girl back home and Mum,
The sun is burning down on him, it burns his reddened skin,
This checkpoint duty daily, wears his temper wafer thin,
Another hour of waiting, to protect this peasant mob
Then back home to the bunker for a shower and get some grub
A young girl reaches up to him, a scar upon her face,
Her Daddy won’t be coming home; this picture takes his place,
A tear runs down a dirty cheek and rags adorn her feet,
She laughs then skips to join the queue for bread and more to eat,
A cloud of dust arises, a scream runs through the stalls,
His senses into overdrive, he strains to see the cause,
He sights a dark Sedan, inside a body dressed in black,
The soldier charges forward screaming warnings to get back,
He clearly sees the face and eyes of one that’s set to die,
His forward movement halted, as he hears a muted cry,
The girl that smiled so kindly now lay injured on the ground,
He stoops to raise her fragile form, and turns himself around
The blast was heard for miles around, he felt the red hot air,
Felt molten iron down his back; his head was raised in prayer,
God help this tiny child I hold, the last thought in his mind,
His limbs were scattered far and wide, the pieces all to find
Quiet through the market now, the dust cloud falls to ground,
A mourning mass was gathered, such a grisly mess they found
The soldier’s body buried deep beneath a market stall,
A muffled cry of help they heard, a tiny little call
They dug and pulled the stall out, the soldier long was dead,
But underneath his body they could see a tiny head,
They lifted out the torso, and then helped her stand-alone
She could not see the carnage yet or hear the injured moan
In Basra’s war torn city, a soldier stands so tall,
Smiling at the locals, with his back against a wall,
He wonders who the plaque was for fifteen years ago
A scarred girl lays her flowers, says a prayer and turns to go.
Hear the author recite his poem here:
uk.youtube.com/watch?v=27jia7hJCdc
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Written by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
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The Works of Rudyard Kipling Volume One Edition (27)
