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Рубрики WWI; Флот; Искусство и творчество; Версия для печати

Тут вот к пятнице - стих попался на английском, вроде бы топичный

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'Boys,' says the Admiral, 'I won't lie.
Pretty soon all of you will have to die.

I'm not exaggerating. I wish I were.
Are you ready? Over.' 'Yes, sir.'

'The truth is that, with all options weighed,
The enemy has to be delayed

At all costs. Godspeed. One thing more:
If any of you have wives ashore,

A brief note might be a good idea.
Let me make this perfectly clear:

Nobody's coming back.' And flat
Comes the reply, 'Copy that.'

Each man was informed. 'We'll soon be dead.'
'Business as usual,' someone said.

"With the stars for flowers and froth for lace,
The sea makes a grand final resting place."

'What news?' asked the Admiral. 'Sir, it's done.'
'The order?' 'Carried out.' 'Survivors?' 'None.'

If one could make nails out of men of that grade,
They'd be the sturdiest nails ever made.