Posted on 11/18/2006 5:02:46 PM PST by bnelson44
Including on Remembrance Day, a.k.a. British Veterans Day.
Their pathetic, incredible explanation: The store has stood by their dress policy, saying: “There is a long-standing tradition at Harrods that would normally preclude customers who are wearing non-civilian attire from entering the store. “A lot of people assume that somebody in uniform is either there on official duty, which could cause them alarm, or they assume they’re a member of staff and ask them where the lavatories are and so on.”
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Harrod's is owned by Saudi arms-dealer Adnan Khashoggi, isn't it? Harrod's is owned by an unscrupulous profiteer of death but can't admit British soldiers serving their country?
/johnny
Not remarkable when you consider the ownership: Mohamed el Fayed
I think it is much more remarkable that many of our institutions of higher learning (Harvard, Berkeley, etc) do not allow ROTC or military recruiters on campus. You tell me what is more outrageous.
Well, shouldn't you wear mufti in town, when you go to Harrod's to pick up a cavalryman's sabre?
England is the leading edge of madness, not California.
What a travesty!
Ditto
And just how many military uniforms look like the police or fire brigade, OR like Harrod's elevator operators?
Harrod's has the right to set their own policy but the probably of that happening is nil.
How many times have you mistakenly asked someone in uniform such a question?
No, the father of the man killed in the car crash with Diana. Fayed.
LOL!
huh? poor cat.
And Princess Di wanted to marry into this family???
Tommy
(by Rudyard Kipling)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!
“Except the Lord guard our honor before our enemies at the gate, our sons labor in vain"
Kinda makes you want to ask, "Who *is* the enemy"?
FABULOUS poem! Clipped and saved.
THANK YOU TROOPS!
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