#LIGHT BRIGADE FREE#
That same soldier if he went to Iraq could earn between $100,000 to $160.000 tax free his first year with a contractor and only be expected to work 12 hour days.NAMED BY PUBLISHERS WEEKLY AS A BEST BOOK OF 2019 So you really need to half those hourly wages to $4.25 to $6.60 and hour.My unit would pull 48hrs on 24hrs off with except on your 24hrs off you were expected to do all the camp chores after you woke up. But soldiers dont work 40 hour weeks they work pretty much work from daylight till dark unless in war zone where it is 24/7. Standard 40 hour week that translates to $8.50 at E1 to 13.20 and hour.
If he busts his but he may make E-5 by the end of his first 4yr term but most likely only E-4 pay which in year 4 would be around $2200, and that is a month. It would amaze you to see the numbers of american service men with families who have to take food stamps to feed his family.Īn E-1 makes about $1400 before taxes. In the greatest country in the world Veterans are still treated little better than welfare queen families on public assitance. I would say it has become better than the past but often Veterans have to fight for their post war services. The VFW keeps a office at or near all Veterans Hospitals to assist Veterans on getting service. Not to long ago I was the service officer for my Veterans of Foreign Wars post. Our children's children are lisping to "honour the charge they made-"Īnd we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade!Īnd somtimes they spit on you in the airport so that they would feel the need change from their uniforms as soon as they stepped back onto the soil of the land of free.the land of the brave. O thirty million English that babble of England's might,īehold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame. The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.Īnd the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."Īnd he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame, We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how? "No, thank you, we don't want food, sir but couldn't you take an' writeĪ sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight? Here's all that isn't dead.Īn' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell įor we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an', we thought we'd call an' tell. The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and "Beggin' your pardon," he said, They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade. With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed, They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack They strove to stand to attention, to straighten the toil-bowed back To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song Īnd, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed,Ī desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade. They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong, The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites." Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they Īnd an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey
They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door Īnd the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four! That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song. They felt that life was fleeting they knew not that art was long, They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade. They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night. There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
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