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Does my heart good to see old guys still rockin' their asses off. And with a Les Paul, nonetheless. Most abandon their Les Pauls for PRS or Strats because of the weight/comfort. Randy slaps a Bigsby on his Gibson .

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[Golden Retriever]

Worth reading considering today's bloodshed

 

https://vfpuk.org/posts/were-fools-to-make-war-on-our-brothers-in-arms/

 

"This song is one I have listened to on and off for many years. I first encountered it in the late 80’s and remember listening to it in bed at night in my early teens during the Gulf War in 1991 in between news reports and praying that my father who was in the RAF at the time would survive the war and come home safely. I remember at that stage thinking about the futility of war and that there must be a better way of solving international disputes but after my father came home life returned to normal and school and exams dominated my thoughts.

 

Like most teenage boys, I was destined to be more like my father than I would have been comfortable with at that stage and so it was that I found myself taking part in the invasion of Iraq in 2003 while in the Army, an experience which began a long internal thought process about the rights and wrongs of armed conflict.

 

The song was apparently written during or shortly after the Falklands war and the first lines bring to mind images of battle and the strange dichotomy of war when a soldier is injured to the point that he can no longer fight, his treatment at the hands of his so-called enemy immediately changes from primitive and brutal to humane and caring with provision of medical treatment, food and warmth.

 

The song goes on to remind us that men facing each other on the battlefield normally have more in common with each other than the self serving politicians and rulers who sent them there and the haunting melody finishes with the line, as true today as it has ever been, ‘We’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms"

 

 

 

 

[Morpheus]

1 minute ago, Golden Retriever said:

Worth reading considering today's bloodshed

 

https://vfpuk.org/posts/were-fools-to-make-war-on-our-brothers-in-arms/

 

"This song is one I have listened to on and off for many years. I first encountered it in the late 80’s and remember listening to it in bed at night in my early teens during the Gulf War in 1991 in between news reports and praying that my father who was in the RAF at the time would survive the war and come home safely. I remember at that stage thinking about the futility of war and that there must be a better way of solving international disputes but after my father came home life returned to normal and school and exams dominated my thoughts.

 

Like most teenage boys, I was destined to be more like my father than I would have been comfortable with at that stage and so it was that I found myself taking part in the invasion of Iraq in 2003 while in the Army, an experience which began a long internal thought process about the rights and wrongs of armed conflict.

 

The song was apparently written during or shortly after the Falklands war and the first lines bring to mind images of battle and the strange dichotomy of war when a soldier is injured to the point that he can no longer fight, his treatment at the hands of his so-called enemy immediately changes from primitive and brutal to humane and caring with provision of medical treatment, food and warmth.

 

The song goes on to remind us that men facing each other on the battlefield normally have more in common with each other than the self serving politicians and rulers who sent them there and the haunting melody finishes with the line, as true today as it has ever been, ‘We’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms"

 

 

 

 

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[BlueSky]