A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for twenty years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe—
The flying bullet down the Pass,
That whistles clear: “All flesh is grass.”
Fuck Kipling and all, but this chagrin is perfect for realizing that your “6’2 corn-fed paratrooper” doesn’t do so well when it’s not a melee 1v1.
A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for twenty years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe—
The flying bullet down the Pass,
That whistles clear: “All flesh is grass.”
Fuck Kipling and all, but this chagrin is perfect for realizing that your “6’2 corn-fed paratrooper” doesn’t do so well when it’s not a melee 1v1.
A skrimish at a border station
A cantor down some dark defile
Two thousand pounds of education
Drops to a ten rupee jezail
fuck kipling but it’s very funny that all these years later the people he was trying to warn with this are still too arrogant to listen
A skirmish on the coast at dawn
A patrol down a crowded street in Canton
Two hundred pounds of corn-fed brawn
Drops to a modded DJI Phantom.