Intergalactic Summit

My added verse is somewhat autobiographical:


Our son has a boyfriend and our other son died
He's illegal and his parents cried and cried
Remember every lover to be repaid tenfold
And bombard Gallente Prime.


Our soul was lost to us, Heth hid it well
Hate, xenophobia, a deep and endless hell
One day we'll give in to hate again
And bombard Gallente Prime!

Alas Pilot Tuulinen the songs that I learned in the Army were about the Amarr, not the Caldari, and are filled with extremely colorful language that the CRC would heavily censor.

Just bloody sing it.

Heard a long time ago at RMS and occasionally in Marine circles.

I came into this bar-room for a quiet jug of ale,
And I won't waste good drinking time to listen to your tale,
I wouldn't for a sister and I sure won't for a male,
Now you know I hate to hit a fellow-soldier.

I haven't got the patience and I will not lend an ear,
'Cause the lousy line you're throwing I've no earthly wish to hear,
Oh ZORT! I'm really sorry! Did he end up in your beer?
Look, don't make me have to hit a fellow-soldier.

All right, you really asked for this, and if you want a fight,
I've about a hundred reasons to get into one tonight:
Like the pay, and the conditions, and your manners ain't polite.
Fine. I think I'll go and hit a fellow-soldier.

Oh barman, look, I'm sorry, and here's money for your chair
(And the tables, and the window glass that is no longer there.)
But you know I had to do it and it really isn't fair
That I simply had to hit a fellow-soldier.

One two three four
Maybe a few more
So should I be counting fellow-soldier?

My hangover is pounding and my head is blown away,
And by Griff I'd better not see that dumb idiot today.
He should've known better than to try and make a play
And that's why I had to hit a fellow-soldier.

((By Chris Bell-West, 1987. Inspired by the , print, comic Redfox and the character Lyssa the Axe. I figured there aren't enough out of universe references to make it unusable.))

There are none so blind as those who refuse to see Pilot Hanaya. I believe others have explained "why all the fuss" quite adequately. Either you're being intentionally obtuse or trolling.

Given a lot of the songs here have been Caldari I figured a couple in the old Gallente morose style would be appropriate.

Firstly a mercenary's lament.

Fal Morgan, Fal Morgan, when morning dawns grey,
Your wall stones and roof trees stand near me today,
Your fire burning brightly, the wind in the eaves,
And the birds on the ridge tiles are singing for me.

They sing of my homeland, the mountains and seas,
Of the smoke from the chimney in the soft summer breeze,
The gales in the autumn, the cold winter snow,
They sing of Fal Morgan, the home that I know.

And now I'm in a strange land, 'neath strange sun and sky,
And I'm fighting in a strange war and I fear I will die,
For soon will the sun rise and battle begin,
And I fear that I will never see Fal Morgan again.

Many singers repeat the first verse at this point.
((First two lines by Gordon Dickson, other by Pat Brown, 1987))

And a song I suspect a lot of ex Federal military will recognise. The Line Marines March:

We've left blood in the dirt of twenty-five worlds,
we've built roads on a dozen more,
and all that we have at the end of our hitch,
buys a night with a second-class whore.

The Senate decrees, the Grand Admiral calls,
it's orders come down from on high,
it's "On Full Kits" and sound "Board Ships,"
We're sending you where you can die.

The lands that we take, the Senate gives back,
rather more often than not,
so the more that are killed, the less share the loot,
and we won't be back to this spot.

We'll break the hearts of your women and girls,
we may break your arse as well,
Then the Line Marines with their banners unfurled,
will follow those banners to Hell.

We know the devil, his pomps and his works,
Ah yes! we know them well!
When we've served out our hitch as Line Marines,
we can bugger the Senate of Hell!

Then we'll drink with our comrades and lay down our packs,
we'll rest ten years on the flat of our backs,
then it's "On Full Kits" and "Out of Your Racks,"
you must build a new road through Hell.

The Fleet is our country, we sleep with a rifle,
no one ever begot a son on his rifle,
they pay us in gin and curse when we sin,
there's not one that can stand us unless we're downwind,
we're shot when we lose and turned out when we win,
but we bury our comrades wherever they fall,
and there's none that can face us though we've nothing at all.
((Jerry Pournelle, Future History amongst other appearances in his books))

Pilot Kim, that's beautiful. I did some digging and I think I found the original poem in classic seven-meter.

Tobai jaaluitsa kasso
Tsaut niuhitsa itymku
Hakkit sa riirvoaril
Saykisa toisiuu lyn

Wakuu jaalni kayrti
Kevaa uedetti tohan
Kiot, anyshihetsa yk
Taaittaa; ketsiak taaiysa

Well that little gem was expressed in a period I was being rather edgy. If only because I found amusing the dichotomy between those who believed in a presented affectation of myself and those who knew full well the reality of what I am capable of. Someone like Samira Kernher would know that reality, exposed as she was to my physical and emotional abuses and then blackmailed to work as an agent a few years back.

You may or may not appreciate the humour in allowing yourself to be dismissed as a harbinger of affectations while all those whom I have left scarred had to continue to suffer in silence. For to dismiss me, was to also in part dismiss everything I had done to them.

I know I sure did.

Oh, and killing a lot of people doesn't really make it a genocide. There always needs to be that intent of ethnic destruction. That has never existed in my case. It's like saying I'm training for an eschatological war when I'm not religious. It's simply, "A war." To me.

@fakeveik

If that was the intention to do so, then yes. I was referring to the fact that genocide, by its very genesis as a word, is a legal term particular to war crimes tribunals. As a crime, proof of intent is always important.

The Ardishapur razing of Starkman Prime could be considered a genocide because there is incontrovertible historical evidence that the bombing was motivated out of an intention to destroy the Starkmanir people.

The billions whom have died in the past decade of capsuleer conflicts isn't what I would consider genocide because they are the collateral damage of armed conflict, and as a whole there isn't a targeted motive to destroy a particular ethnic group: everyone has died more or less without regard to their race.

@fakeveik

Sure, ignorance of the law is no excuse for committing a crime within a particular jurisdiction. However I was referring to genocide as a crime that requires both an intention to commit genocide and carrying out that intention, in determining guilt. Hence my example, mass-killing does not become genocide until it's ethnically motivated and has that intent behind it.

Otherwise it's just mass-killing.

So since I kill people with what I consider equanimity and little prejudice as regards their race, colour, creed, gender or religion to say I have some kind of genocidal agenda is hyperbole.

@fakeveik