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Many thanks to a Lady from the Notts County site for posting the above. Peace 8)

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The Burning Question

Three Tommies sat in a trench one day,
Discussing the war, in the usual way,
They talked of the mud, and they talked of the Hu,n
Of what was to do, and what had been done,
They talked about rum, and – ’tis hard to believe –
They even found time to speak about leave.
But the point which they argued from post back to pillar,
Was whether Notts County could beat Aston Villa.

The night sped away, and zero drew nigh,
Equipment made ready, all lips getting dry,
And watches consulted with each passing minute
Till five more to go, then ‘twould find them all in it;
The word came along down the line to “get ready!”
The sergeants admonishing all to keep steady,
But out rang a voice getting shriller and shriller:
“I tell yer Notts County can beat Aston Villa!”

The Earth shook and swayed, and the barrage was on
As they leapt o’er the top with a rush and were gone
Away into Hunland, through mud and through wire,
Stabbing and dragging themselves through the mire,
No time to heed those who are falling en route
Till, stopped by a strong point, they lay down to shoot,
Then, through the din came a voice: “Say, Jack Miller!
I tell yer Notts County can beat Aston Villa!”

The strong point has gone, and forward they press
Towards their objective, in numbers grown less
They reach it at last, and prepare to resist
The counter-attack which will come through the mist
Of the rain falling steadily; dig and hang on,
The word for support back to H.Q. has gone,
The air, charge with moment, grows stiller and stiller –
“Notts County’s no earthly beside Aston Villa.”

Two “Blighties”, a struggle through mud to get back
To the old A.D.S. down a rough duck-board track,
A hasty field dressing, a ride in a car,
A wait in a C.C.S., then there they are:
Packed side by side in a clean Red Cross train,
Happy in hopes to see Blighty again,
Still, through the bandages, muffled, “Jack Miller,
I bet you Notts County can beat Aston Villa!”

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I’ve only been North of the border once Rubes. Went to Glagow to see Scotland V the Faroe Iles. Methinks I make take a certain person around Xmas time for my second visit. Would be nice to see Perth ( was a prog on telly today, seems like a very interesting place) I’d also like to see the highlands and some of the coastal ports. Anyway, tis time for bed, these so called Painkillers I’m on don’t do what they say on the tin and just send me to sleep. :?

PS I’m off to look at a new Broomstick later today…Wooohoooooooo

PPS I read your post about your friend who took his life, sadly it was deleted before I could reply to it. I understand your anger, but also understand what he was going through. It really is a tightrope of emotions.

Take care Bob and Rubes xx

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Yep I know the score…..The Nottm Halfwits won on penalties. I can honestly say, with hand on heart, tis the first time I have not been upset at my team losing. I feel so proud of the fans, players and an exceptional manager in Mad Dog.

Anyway, bye for now Big nose xx

PS Was nice to see you to see you nice in the quiz the other night, along with Wilma, don’t leave it so long next time.

:wink:

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Bob…..Shoulders back chest out you fine fellow……Rubes….don’t ever change :)

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I tried Hypnosis….but fell asleep. Methinks I need to consult my very old book of spells before Tuesday 8)

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I have a cunning plan :wink:

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:evil: Thac….not keeping me up to date with the gossip…too late to buy a hat !

All the very best to both of you, hope you have both found the right one xx

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He played well today, but will face a big game against Nadal in the semi’s. I too miss Eggheads Lucy, one of my favourite tv shows. Why they can’t put Wimbledon on BBC3 or 4 I don’t know. Anyway, it finishes on Sunday 8)

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Is it Oil or as the current Mrs P calls it Soup?

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