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Colonel-General Joseph ‘Sepp’ Dietrich SS
Sepp Dietrich spent part of his youth as a butchers apprentice, then rose through the ranks of the German army to command the sixth SS Panzer Army.
Colonel-General Joseph ‘Sepp’ Dietrich SS
1893-1966
Ever met that kind of guy.
That sits and stares you in the eye,
You know he’s squaring for a fight,
Just hoping for a scrap tonight.
Pugnacious looking-****y to,
Violence comes oozing through,
Never seen him in your life,
Clocking you then your wife.
‘Sepp‘ Dietrich fits that bill,
Punching people for a thrill,
Swaggering braggart and bully to,
Glowering over yours and you.
You would have thought this man,
Would have been an also ran.
No education to speak of,
Seemingly all push and shove.
Then soldiering caught Seppy’s eye,
He waved the butchers shop good bye,
In 1911 he starts his climb,
Through the ranks in double time.
The Great War came and went,
A rising star in this event,
A Sgt. Majors badge he wore,
Well decorated for this tour.
The war lost on Berlins say,
The Freikorps- his next foray,
Fighting Commies on the street,
The reds soon beat a quick retreat.
Dietrich soon caught Hitler’s ear.
Hitler quick to commandeer.
They formed the SS Leibstandarte,
Head bouncer then was Seppy’s part.
33’ became Dietrich’s year,
A star in Major-Generals gear,
In charge of Hitler’s murder squad,
And boy! did he ride roughshod?
Killing all no questions asked,
For Dietrich just a menial task,
But soon again the winds of war,
Had General Dietrich back on tour,
No disgrace at high command,
With some success on Russian land,
Then he moved to western shores,
But allied pilots closed the doors.
Through a long military career,
Geneva’s rules did not appear,
To concern Dietrich in any way,
Only Dietrich would hold sway.
At Nurembourg we would hear
The cruelties of this career,
Unarmed prisoners made to stand,
The last word heard-the fire command.
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General George .S. Patton.
1885-1945
Mexico, The Great War, The Second One two,
Warrior enthusiasm came shining though,
A fervent belief that life goes on,
Dying in battle not your swan song.
His father a lawyer a Virginia man,
His mother a Southern Californian,
In California Patton was born,
In 1885 he gave his first yawn.
A fanatical student of tactical war,
All the great soldiers he studied with awe,
Dyslexia didn't stop him learning the lot,
Enthusiasm overcoming what nature forgot.
A leader must be acclaimed by one and all,
Victorious, glorious, standing tall,
A little shy by nature, somewhat withdrawn,
But the battlefield he advanced with pistols drawn,
Off the front foot every time,
After Pancho Villa he started his climb,
But Pancho was an artist at hide and seek,
Chances of capture extremely bleak.
The First World War he next addressed,
Where tank tactics he quickly assessed,
Into battle with his own command,
Walking then riding across open land.
Old Blood and Guts became his name,
With disciplined tactics he rose to fame,
Wounded badly in the field that day,
Stretcher men took him to the medical bay.
But victory it was his tanks attained,
As hero of the tanks the press acclaimed,
Not long after, the war came to its end,
In peaceful years more knowledge he gained.
But a longing for war his thoughts retained,
Glory in action his motifs were aimed,
Disappointed by peaceful times,
He thought his career was in decline.
But shortly after Pearl Harbours attack,
Germans and Italians made a pact,
Declaring war on the USA,
Regretting it bitterly one fine day.
So Operation Torch came about,
Fedala and Morocco put to rout,
The Vichy French conceding defeat,
Pattons ambitions becoming complete.
After Fredendall's mess at the Kasserine Pass,
Another star he was to flash,
A three star general he had become,
A life times ambition nearly done.
From Bastoigne to Berlin like a man possessed,
The German army he most surely addressed,
Eventually getting the top rank he deserved,
And a place in history most surely reserved.
A motoring accident in 45'
His weakened body could not survive,
Buried at Hamm in Luxembourg,
A greater General you've never heard.
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Ronald ‘Dutch’ Reagan
1911-2004
Lifeguard.
Sports Announcer.
Actor.
Businessman.
Soldier.
Governor.
President.
Tampico Illinois, a small rural town,
Quiet, simple, of little renown,
The verities of work were driven home,
Breaking the law was almost unknown.
The Reagan’s, Jack and Nella, lived there,
Catholic by faith, their living was bare,
In 1911 they gave birth to a boy,
Nella was happy overcome with joy.
A second son now, they possessed,
Jack made sure his bottom was blessed,
He liked a swig or two did Jack.
Occasionally falling flat on his back.
In 1914 to Chicago they moved.
But Jack was restless and soon removed.
Dixon Illinois was the next family stop,
Where Jack opened, The Family Boot Shop.
Their second son Ronald began to aspire,
Some acting skills he began to acquire,
With photographic memory Ronald was blessed,
To various interests his mind was addressed.
As a lifeguard at Black Rock he began,
Seven long summers, this career did span,
77 lives he claimed to have saved,
For many a soul the waters he braved.
At Eureka College he found what he was,
Not a great athlete or intellectual swot,
A good communicator was more his form,
This unique talent with which he was born.
Reporting sport is a media event,
So into radio he eventually went,
Making this a great success,
Next to movies he would progress.
With radio and movies he tasted success,
Politics next he was to address,
Getting the vote as California’s boss,
Pat Brown his opponent conceded the loss.
In 1970 he did it again,
California’s governor he would remain,
In 76 he went for the top,
Gerald Ford, caused, his ambitions to flop.
1980 would be his big year,
Elected as President he moved into gear,
Upping the arms race and spending like mad,
The Soviet Union started to sag.
Crushing Russia without firing a shot,
Gorbachev’s hand he very soon got,
Admittedly leaving his country in dept,
But the cold war was over that you could bet.
In 89 his reign came to its end,
A suspected illness began to offend,
Alzheimer’s declared in 94,
Ronald Dutch Regan was closing the door.
Ronald Regan made 55 movies,
The first, Love is on the Air.
The last, The killers.©
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Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery
Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery.
London 1887-1976.Hampshire.
His father a Bishop with prayer in mind,
But Monty's thoughts were war inclined,
Different they were as chalk and cheese,
With driving ambition and ways to succeed.
St Paul’s in London- Monty's chosen school,
Impish and playful but nobodies fool,
Sandhurst academy he eventually went.
The Warwick’s Reg. he began his ascent
Off to India to assist the Raj,
His five years there he didn't enlarge,
1914 he returned to these shores,
Eagerly entering Europe's wars.
Badly wounded in a machine gun tirade.
A young medic came to his aide,
A snipers bullet hit the medics head,
Falling on Monty and instantly dead.
The young medic Monty claimed,
Saved his life as the sniper aimed,
Two years in hospital Monty spent,
Then returned to this, ghastly event.
Surviving this war with great valour,
He then addressed the Second World War,
On Dunkirk beaches -on the retreat,
To blitzkrieg tactics he conceded defeat.
Learning from this traumatic event,
To African deserts he next was sent,
A man named Rommel was in command,
Ruling the roost in this desert land.
Methodically assembling all he could get,
Leaving nothing to chance, with this little bet,
With set piece tactics and classical war,
He relieved Gen.Rommel of his African tour.
Now the world looked with the greatest of awe,
Not one more battle would he lose in this war,
Like Wellington before him- he had found,
His own ideas were most profound.
Alas on D Day he was not selected,
Although on all sides most respected,
The great American Eisenhower,
Was elected to lead - this finest hour.
After the war he settled down.
Not to far from a Hampshire town,
He bought a mill on the river Wey,
In Binstead churchyard his body does lay.
JB. A Coy 3 para.55/57.
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James Stewart-actor-pilot
Col. James Stewart-pilot-actor.
1908-1997
dfc.-croix de guerre
air medal with oak leaves.
brig. general. retired
indiana the place of his birth
extremely modest- down to earth
tall gangling- smooth and cool
speech affected by a halting drawl.
a degree in architecture- he gained with ease
but the great depression started to squeeze
so off to hollywood and not to sure
if his amateur talent would mature.
but acting he mastered with the greatest of ease
the camera and audience were easy to please
his honest character came shining through
in one year just- he was head of the queue.
the rumblings of war were heard afar
and stirred the conscience of this superstar
he volunteered - quick as a flash
the recruiting office he made a dash
at the army air corps training base
flying talents were honed apace
an agile mind and quick to learn
a commission and wings he was to earn.
training pilots- he took for a while
but training really- was not his style
In 43 to England he went
to tibenham in norfolk his talents were sent
with the rank of captain and his own command
they commenced to bomb adolph hitlers land
success and promotion came his way
by clever decisions in the heat of fray.
with the rank of colonel and chief of staff
the town of brunswick he commenced to trash
another success with him in command
a nail in the coffin for hitler’s band
shortly after he left the war
he'd done his best to settle the score
modest to the end about his success.
his achievements in war he did not address.
james stewart made 78 films.
the first .’murder man’
the last ‘the magic of lassie’.
he won an oscar for ‘the philadelphia story’
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usama bin laden
usama bin laden was born in riyadh in 1957- he is said to be the 17th of 52 children by yemeni born muhammad bin laden saudi arabia's wealthiest construction magnate with close ties to king faisal of saudi arabia.-after his father's death in 1968 usama bin laden inherited some estimated $300 million
the camp david peace accords between egypt and Israel- the overthrow of the shah of Iran and the subsequent creation of a ‘shiite’ islamic regime - plus-the soviet invasion of afghanistan changed the young man's perception of the world. "I was enraged," he told the newspaper ‘al quds al arabi.’
usamah bin muhammed bin awad bin laden
born. 1957.
saudi arabia the place of his birth
his father seemingly ruling the earth
the construction business- brought him fame
wealth and power in this arab domain.
52 children his father would sire
bricks and mortar- not his only desire
the sunni religion instilled in them all
they considered it better- than peter and paul
but young usama tired of it all
wealth and luxury was not his call
he decided that fame was his game
and ‘sunni’ fame his ultimate aim.
free thinking russians he started on first
Infidals all- was his first outburst
if your not ‘sunni’ your nothing at all
no think- no fun- no having a ball.
slapping the deck five times a day
then babying women and going astray
up to the hills shouting the odds
bombing -killing- playing at gods
killing all- no question asked
christians –muslims- all stand aghast
we went through this- centuries ago
then we decided to give it a go
you pray to your god- I’ll pray to mine
this is our Mosque- that is your shrine
come off it bin Laden we’ll ignore your call
most of this world awaits your fall.
Jb. ©©©
free thinking Russians= weak religion
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ZIG ZAG
In 1917 Balfour declared,
Tormented Palestine could be shared,
Both sides gave a promising nod,
Combine talents unease be shod.
A Palestine majority didn't stop war,
Retalitary acts they both stood for,
Husseini tried his Arab rise,
Fleeing to Hitler was his demise.
Peel and Woodhead tried their plot,
A Jewish minority was their lot,
A foot in the sand was their way,
Then Lord Moyne Lehi did slay.
The U.N. Issues It's report,
Equal division was It's resort,
The Jews gave a reluctant yes,
Break through here the world would bless.
But not so it seems in Arab eyes,
Reluctance could be their demise,
Opportunity indeed here was missed,
To attend the table submit their list.
Resolution 181 was the way,
Equal opportunity, equal play,
Jerusalem under protective care,
Till Arab and Jew learned to share.
The gun and bomb get publicity yes,
But not to clear this awful mess,
This type of war will come to an end,
With both sides learning to yield and bend.
Your war is spreading across the globe,
It needs restricting to your abode,
9/11 proved nothing at all,
American people still stand tall.
The table as usual will clear the air,
Twil end your torment and despair,
181 a way to success,
Now the table you must address.
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Cyprus 1956 3 para
Cyprus o Cyprus 1956,
Reading the press, it looks a bag of tricks,
Eoka ,Enosis, then British troops arrive,
A terror campaign we hope to survive.
Pitching our tents in a mud bath,
Laying duckboards, a giggle and laugh,
Pouring rain will it ever stop?
Ankle deep in water coming o’er the top.
Reveille in the morning nuff to wake the dead,
Half drunk buddies crawling out of bed,
Corporals, Sergeants, opening the tents,
Get up you lazy b……s, are you all bent.
Going to the toilets sliding on your arse,
O’ bloody hell aint this a farce,
Organised chaos at its very best,
Mother send me money I’ll do the rest.
Suddenly in April the sun breaks through,
Clean up your kit without more ado,
We’re here to hunt cowards carrying guns,
Playing at politics gunning down mums,
Full of ideas that Cyprus is for them,
Blind with anger are Grivas and his men,
Full of pride, they know best,
They can’t run a p..s up, never to gain there quest.
All through the summer guns are ablaze,
Young men and women dying in this craze,
On and on they go, until 74’,
Then the Turks move in and stand no more.
Why not autonomy for this little isle,
An elected government to make them smile,
Good luck Cyprus, I often think of you,
Get well soon and more will come to view.
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PRO PATRIA.
In far off lands and out of sight,
men still fight for what is right,
give their lives to sought things out,
lose their limbs, writhe and shout.
Called up men were forced to fight,
to bite the bullet and not take flight,
glad to see that call ups gone,
but spiteful wars still drag on.
Those called up lads are old some gone,
some nerves still shattered by shell and bomb,
the fist of government we did our best,
and still no medal clasps our chest.
Britain’s small wars are ignored,
as long as government is assured,
men will face the gun and die,
no one hears their widows cry.
For many years we have asked,
some small medal you give at last,
so as our children, and theirs too,
know their kin fought good and true....jb 3 para.03.
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The last time British paratroops dropped into action.
The Last Drop
3 Para at El Gamil airfield
By the time the 3rd Parachute Battalion landed at El Gamil airfield, Operation Musketeer had suffered a series of last minute changes from it's regional plan. The airborne operation of the invasion of the Suez, called for a British parachute drop on Port Said airfield, El Gamil, and a French drop at Port Fouad. The British paratroopers were to secure the airfield, and then link up with the seaborne troops in Port Said. The airborne operation could not take place before the 6th of November, because the invasion convoys could not sail from Malta until the 31st of October. The French government, fearing that the delay would damage the operation, pressed for an earlier drop and an amended plan. The British 16th Independent Parachute Brigade would still drop at El Gamil, but the French would now drop at Raswa. The British agreed to launch this updated operation on the 5th of November at dawn. This would mean the Battalion would be on the ground fighting for 24 hours before the main seaborne invasion arrived.
The British operation was limited to just 600 troops of the 3rd Battalion. The Battalion would fly from RAF air fields on Cyprus, but, because of lack of parking space at the airfields, and because of the older British aircraft, obsolete side loading Hastings and Valentines, the initial assault would be dangerously small. One of the main reasons the British had to use these older aircraft was the United States, who were totally against any military action, refused to supply any help to Britain and France, especially in the form of Aircraft. Also, because of the shortage of aircraft, the Battalion would have to land with no heavy weapons support. The plan allowed the Battalion eight minutes to drop all its troops and equipment at El Gamil, an airfield that was 1 mile long and only half a mile wide, bounded on both sides by water. To avoid drifting in the air they planned to drop in 3 waves at varying heights. The first wave would drop at 500 ft, the second wave, , the Heavy lift, at 800 ft, and the third and last wave at 1,000 ft. This also met the Paratroops would be in the air the shortest amount of time possible.
Early on the 5th of November, the Battalion boarded their aircraft in Nicosia, Cyprus. 3 Para would drop before the French. Three companies, (A, B and C), and their suppliers, were lifted from Nicosia aboard 26 Hastings and Valetta's. Protected by RAF fighters and ground attack aircraft, the heavily laden transports approached the DZ. at 0515, flying from the northwest directly into the sun. At 0715 hours, despite the delays, caused by the old side loading aircraft, 85% of the Battalion was on the ground within 10 minutes, having suffered only one fatality, and a few major injuries.
Unlike their French Allies, the British did not carry any personal weapons for using during their descent, and had to wait until they were on the ground before they could break open the containers that carried their small arms and ammunition. Many of the British paratroopers would have been killed as they landed on the open airfield, but the Egyptians, fearing a landing, had covered the runway with sand filled oil drums. These drums provided cover for the British paratroopers, and they were able to secure their weapons, reorganize, and move in to attack the defenders.
A Company rushed to secure the northwestern end of the airfield, encountering only sporadic resistance from Egyptian defenders. B company moved towards the Port Said end of the airfield, to block Egyptian reinforcements. The fighting was a short and bloody, hand to hand engagement all the way. C Company cleared the airfield itself setting up a command post and defensive positions among oil drums strewn across the runway. Within 30 minutes the objective was firmly in British hands. A second lift brought in the rest of 3 Para, and on the return trip the helicopters evacuated the wounded to the fleet offshore. During the day, 3 Para was attacked by French jet fighters. Fortunately the Battalion did not suffer casualties from this attack. Not the first time friendly fire would problems during Operation Musketeer.
Meanwhile, the French 2 RCP, who had dropped onto a smaller DZ. south of the Raswa bridges at 0530, had a very successful assault. They landed in an incredibly short period time, 4 minutes, but had to fight to establish their hold, having dropped literally on to the heads of the Egyptian defenders. They advanced, and captured the western end of the Raswa Bridge by 0900. The French dug in around their objective, sending out probing patrols towards Port Said. At 1530 they were joined by a second battalion, which dropped onto salt pans to the east of Port Fuad. Meanwhile, a small detachment of British Paras from the 9th Independent Squadron Royal Engineers, who had landed with the French first wave, conducted a reconnaissance down the canal towards Ismailia, but found no signs of the enemy.
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