Author Topic: An Irish Airman Forsees His Death... (Read 561 times)

oldcro · « **on:** May 22, 2006, 09:59:54 PM »

I know I shall meet my fate
Somewhere in the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;

Nor Law nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove me to the tumult in the clouds...

- William Butler Yeats

oldcrow

Morpheus · « **Reply #1 on:** May 22, 2006, 10:27:34 PM »

some weird bellybutton **** going down on this board lately.

where is HT advertising?

Pooh21 · « **Reply #2 on:** May 23, 2006, 12:16:56 AM »

"High Times" I bet.

jaxxo · « **Reply #3 on:** May 23, 2006, 12:21:25 AM »

maybe the irish should not blast 50 cals over a friendly 200 off a cons 6..quit kill stealin crow and fight your own fight, u think your a bk or somethin?

hubsonfire · « **Reply #4 on:** May 23, 2006, 01:41:37 AM »

Moral of the story: The Irish really like to fight, no matter what for.

Jackal1 · « **Reply #5 on:** May 23, 2006, 09:16:51 AM »

That dude had some serious issues.

Bronk · « **Reply #6 on:** May 23, 2006, 09:26:41 AM »

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Originally posted by hubsonfire
Moral of the story: The Irish really like to fight, no matter what for.

And don't forget they like to drink just as much as fight.
Makes for one hell of a combination.
The only thing the Irish do better than drink and fight is hold a grudge.

Bronk

BBQ_Bob · « **Reply #7 on:** May 23, 2006, 10:20:51 AM »

Stoned to the Bone.

storch · « **Reply #8 on:** May 23, 2006, 10:31:47 AM »

an irishman steps off of a boat onto the docks of NYC where a massive melee is in process. rolling up his sleeves he wades in tossing this one here, that one there all the while bellowing for the fighting to stop. they crowd amazed by his strength and ability stops. in a humble irish brogue he querries, "is this a private brawl or can anyone join in?"

indy007 · « **Reply #9 on:** May 23, 2006, 10:36:14 AM »

Bart: Ladies and gentlemen! Whacking Day is a sham! It was originally conceived in 1922 as an excuse to beat up on the Irish.

Old Irishman: 'Tis true. I took many a lump, but 'twas all in fun.

MajWoody · « **Reply #10 on:** May 26, 2006, 04:06:23 PM »

Reminds me of the Irish hockey guys on Saturday Night Live:)

AutoPilot · « **Reply #11 on:** May 26, 2006, 05:05:30 PM »

Makes me think of the Film"Gangs of New York" and the throwing of Potatoe's at the irishmen walkin in, when Bill The Butcher hits that woman carrying the baby:rofl

~Caligula~ · « **Reply #12 on:** May 26, 2006, 05:45:57 PM »

the cranberries sang a song about this guy
i never knew he was an airman...dunno much about him anyways

cpxxx · « **Reply #13 on:** May 27, 2006, 09:38:19 AM »

William Butler Yeats was a famous writer and a poet. The poem refers to an Irishman flying for the Royal Flying Corps in WW1. When you think of it though it is appropriate to AH.

Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;

We just do it for fun.

As for all the outrageous things you lot said about the Irish....well Ok some of them are true, just the drinking and the fighting. If there's a war on, we're there. It's no accident that the Brits keep a couple of Irish regiments on the go.

Bronk · « **Reply #14 on:** May 27, 2006, 10:33:58 AM »

cpxxx

Is it true?
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can cold onto one blade of grass and

not fall of the face of the earth.

Bronk

PS: 1/2 irish on my mothers side.

Author Topic: An Irish Airman Forsees His Death... (Read 561 times)

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