Posted on 10/01/2009 5:08:25 PM PDT by Flavius
After losing three limbs fighting for his country, Matthew Weston might have expected to be treated with respect by the British public.
But the 20-year-old - who is one of the most seriously injured soldiers to survive since Britain began fighting in Afghanistan in 2001 - has instead had to endure cruel taunts in the street.
Yesterday his family were joined by politicians in condemning the cowards who insulted him.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1217411/Hero-soldier-lost-limbs-Afghanistan-taunted-disabilities-teenagers.html#ixzz0SjTRDLTo
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Im sorry to say but there are people out there who are in serious need of a good ass kicking
Really, really sad. This guy fights for whatever freedom not so great Britain has left and there are idiots that do this. Liberals are lovin’ every minute of it!
Remember what happened when Elisha was taunted/mocked by ‘children’?
disgusting! I sure hope that the news plays this up and show these idiots for what they are! Hope that this is not the Vietnam syndrome all over again. The younger generation just does not get it - but maybe they will later in life.
I salute and respect all those that have served...all countries, all nationalities... One of these days, these young ignorant kids will figure it out - too late to respect those that put their lives in danger for them. Too bad that they have to learn so late without understanding.
Two words...
Public Caning
This makes me so mad I want to spit!!!
The Brits never learn.
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!
No need to apologize for that.
I hate to say it....but welcome to GB. Respect is no longer taught there....and patriotism is shunned. I pray for her.
Yes, several.
England is becoming a sewer of nihilism and jihad. Sad.
This is sad. What is sadder is that this type of thing happens here too and it is not even new. My hubby lost an arm in Vietnam and has at times over the years had rude things said about it by children and adults. Some people have no class whatsoever or respect for anyone or anything.
Was there a description or photos of the perps?
He's still got one good hand. He should shoot the envious little jackals. The others will learn fast.
I would not convict him if he shot the SOBs, I would give him a medal.
Sad to see.
5.56mm
I learned that poem from my Dad and uncle Ed. God bless Kipling.
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