Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries

This is one of my favourite poems…


These, in the day that heaven was falling,

The hour when earth’s foundation fled,

Followed their mercenary calling,

And took their wages, and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended:

They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;

What God abandoned, these defended,

And saved the sum of things for pay.

It’s by A.E. Housman.  Raise a glass to the bastards who do your dirty work.

Published on December 6, 2008 at 9:36 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. To dirty bastards

    wha’s like us?
    damn few
    and maist of them


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