What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
Kinda wish I’d been on a ship just for the experience of it but the closest I got was a grudging admission about being under the “Department of the Navy” umbrella and a dangling carrot of a MEU if I’d been willing to reenlist. Sorta regret not doing it but I’d had my fill of the routine daily bullshit and was ready to move on. All the Navy guys I knew with the first name “Doc” were cool as hell though, the rest were probably at least all right.
I got about a week’s worth of boat time. Definitely not for me glad I just joined a department of the navy too.