Into the Desert on a Horse with No Name? (1 Viewer)

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:) The Heat is unbearable, the Desert is so Dry, with far Distant Oasis, with the Flies Biting, and the Buzzards awaiting for the Kill, and then comes the Roaring Thunder of "Artillery' Bursting down ALL over the Desert, then 'Sounds of Rolling Armor', thumping , and thrashing with Smoke Trails billowing, then comes "ROMMEL" Feerless and Cunning, Leader of the Infamous " "Afrika Korps"! His Words in English ; ( I have a Tingling 'Sensation Feeling in my 'Fingers')! Which he meant; "Swift Victory" is about to Happen in the Desert! And the Music Playing "LiLI Marlene" ! N. Africa 1942-43 "EL ALAMEIN"!
 
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
 
johngambale said:
:) The Heat is unbearable, the Desert is so Dry, with far Distant Oasis, with the Flies Biting, and the Buzzards awaiting for the Kill, and then comes the Roaring Thunder of "Artillery' Bursting down ALL over the Desert, then 'Sounds of Rolling Armor', thumping , and thrashing with Smoke Trails billowing, then comes "ROMMEL" Feerless and Cunning, Leader of the Infamous " "Afrika Korps"! His Words in English ; ( I have a Tingling 'Sensation Feeling in my 'Fingers')! Which he meant; "Swift Victory" is about to Happen in the Desert! And the Music Playing "LiLI Marlene" ! N. Africa 1942-43 "EL ALAMEIN"!
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Absolutely!

Rob
 
sceic2 said:
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
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Ha YES -

The '70's - How could we ever forget ! :eek: :eek:
 
My mistake :eek:. Don't think John's an America fan anyway :)
 
sceic2 said:
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
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You missed out the catchy little verse about Rommels brilliant early victories before getting whupped at Alamein by Monty:D
 
sirsydney said:
Does CSN refer to Crosby, Stills and Nash? They didn't write the song, it was written and performed by America.
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I always thought Neil Young wrote and sang that song, I wonder if America did a homage (rip off) :eek:
 
johngambale said:
:) The Heat is unbearable, the Desert is so Dry, with far Distant Oasis, with the Flies Biting, and the Buzzards awaiting for the Kill, and then comes the Roaring Thunder of "Artillery' Bursting down ALL over the Desert, then 'Sounds of Rolling Armor', thumping , and thrashing with Smoke Trails billowing, then comes "ROMMEL" Feerless and Cunning, Leader of the Infamous " "Afrika Korps"! His Words in English ; ( I have a Tingling 'Sensation Feeling in my 'Fingers')! Which he meant; "Swift Victory" is about to Happen in the Desert! And the Music Playing "LiLI Marlene" ! N. Africa 1942-43 "EL ALAMEIN"!
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Thats very descriptive,i'm swatting away flies in my dugout as we speak!;)
 
The baking heat of the desert afternoon can make time seem an eternity. Long hours seeking any kind of shade away from the blistering sun, side by side trying to shelter behind the CHEVY truck, others backed up against the JEEP. Nets pulled over the vehicles hiding you from the prying eyes of any patrolling ME109’s in the vicinity. So you sit down and you pray that you don’t get spotted because if you do there’s nowhere else to run to, nowhere else to hide. You try to relax, to get some rest but part of you is always on the alert listening out for engines that could signal a nearby enemy patrol. (insert any DAK vehicles here preferably in capitals)

:)

Now who says we can't be creative in requesting things ? :D
 
Eazy said:
The baking heat of the desert afternoon can make time seem an eternity. Long hours seeking any kind of shade away from the blistering sun, side by side trying to shelter behind the CHEVY truck, others backed up against the JEEP. Nets pulled over the vehicles hiding you from the prying eyes of any patrolling ME109’s in the vicinity. So you sit down and you pray that you don’t get spotted because if you do there’s nowhere else to run to, nowhere else to hide. You try to relax, to get some rest but part of you is always on the alert listening out for engines that could signal a nearby enemy patrol. (insert any DAK vehicles here preferably in capitals)

:)

Now who says we can't be creative in requesting things ? :D
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Very good James very good.

The German sentry peered up,up into the inky blackness that covered the Normandy countryside like a Black cloak.The drone of Planes overhead was nothing new to him,but tonight somehow it sounded different he wasn't sure how it just was.He reached into his trouser pocket and retrieved the Last cigarette Hans had given him before going off duty.He dragged hard on it as the French weather did its best to extinguish it before he could even light it.Then for a split second he thought he heard something,a whooshing sound that seemed close by and then a crash and the sound of something breaking.He swung his KAR 98 into a ready position,the last thing the young soldier heard before his life was ended were the words...'Up the Ox's and Bucks'!!!..

Rob
 
Good stuff Rob.
Nice metaphor using the black cloak.
I have an urge to continue writing more War Stories for Guys but unfortunately I have to work! Curses!
 
Rodney Withers knew it was too late.'Get out lads,get out'!!!.The crew scrambled from the Tank with the desperate wish to live,get home, see their kids pounding in their ears.But Rodney was right, he had almost made it to the hatch when the Tigers turret completed its rotation,there was a split second of silence and then the world exploded.In an instant the Sherman was ablaze. Bill wainwright screamed, the main artery in his left leg already severed his life leaving him quickly,Rodney hurled himself upwards and out.He fell awkwardly catching his head a glancing blow as he did so.He turned his head in the direction of his forthcoming Nemesis,the Tiger was still in its original position.It seemed to mock him with its Power,it seemed to say 'i'm still here i have no soul no hesitation in what i do and you are going to die'.

As the blood clouded his sight he thought he saw a bush to the left of the Tiger move,did it?.The bush was suddenly engulfed as the Firefly emerged from the Orchard but thirty feet from the side of the Tiger.The mighty Tiger started to turn its turret but it really was far too late,for a moement Rodney thought he could hear the desperate screams of German crewman,or had he imagined it. A split second later the Amour piercing shell struck the ammunition rack deep inside the Tiger and with the roar of a dying Dinosaur the Tiger exploded in vivid orange flame........

Better stop now i'm getting carried away here!!!

Rob
 
Eazy said:
Good stuff Rob.
Nice metaphor using the black cloak.
I have an urge to continue writing more War Stories for Guys but unfortunately I have to work! Curses!
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Thank you mate,i think your post may star an avalanche of 'Request Stories'!

Rob
 
Oh go on then one last one but that's it!

Michael Barkmann landed hard on the dusty ground, he rolled, the air knocked out of his lungs and forced himself to get to his feet. All around him he could he the sounds of gunfire. He had drifted off course on his descent and he could see nobody else from his squad nearby. No weapons cannister in sight either he noticed as he unbuckled his chute. But then these olive groves could conceal anything quite easily. He glanced upwards and saw parachute canopies filling the sky to the east. Overhead the steady drone of JU52 transports gave him plenty of reassurance that he was not alone.
Movement to the left, somebody was shouting and pleading in German and a shot rang out much closer than he had expected. Barkmann drew his sidearm and ran to where he had heard the shot. A grim scene awaited him, a fellow paratrooper dangled lifelessly from his chute that was trapped in the branches of a tree. Somebody had shot him as he hung there helplessly..but who and more importantly where? Again movement, this time from behind and curses in Greek were accompanied by a gunshot. The rifle shot missed him by inches and splinters of wood flew from the tree at his side. Barkmann’s attacker yelled and charged at him brandishing his rifle like a club. The first swing was wild but succeeded in forcing Barkmann back, he fired twice in return and his attacker fell but a second Greek fighter was on him and charged straight into his body forcing him to the ground, the luger knocked uselessly from his grasp by the impact. The attacker was large and strong and his face was a mask of hatred as his hands closed on the German’s throat. It was a struggle of life and death and however hard he tried Barkmann could not get the Greek to release or even weaken the vice like grip on his throat. The world went darker, the sounds of battle and the drone of aircraft faded away as Barkmann pulled his gravity knife from his pocket and stabbed it into the neck of his opponent. For the first time he saw the life fade from another man’s eyes as the attacker collapsed on top of him. He felt no sympathy for the two Greek men though as he gazed sadly at the young trooper who hung from the tree above him.
Nearby a bugle sounded and Barkmann gathered up his pistol and headed in the direction of the rallying call :)
 
This is great guys. :)
Just got back from an offshore trip in the Persian Gulf, but gimme some time and I'll gladly contribute to this thread. Funny how work tends to get in the way of enjoyment, innit? Still, its the necessary evil that'll allow me to pay for the K&C goodies I'll be picking up in August. :D:D
 
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