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There was a brave medic, markzed
Who sprinted between wounded and dead
He'd dive everywhere with his paddles in the air
But he usually copped a bullet in the head

BladeRunner wrote:

Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
All of our base
Are belong to you

lmfao i like it! this gets my vote

roses are red
karkand is gay
all your bases
belong to the PLA

I camped lonely as a cloud
That hides in bushes o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden sniper kills
Beside the flag, in twos and threes
Fluttering about, I shot out their knees

Parody of William Wordsworth's I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

Had I the commander's embroidered views
Enwrought with scans and drops and shite
The red and the blue and the green spots
Of MEC and USMC and other type
I would spread my supplies beneath your feet
But I being a lone medic have only my medipacks
I spread my medipacs beneath your feet
tread softly, for you tread on my medipacks

Parody of William Butler Yeat's Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Smoke and fire all around,
My comrades and me pound the ground.

With mags full of bullets, and weapons in hand,
We’re prepared to make a final stand.

Through the streets, rife with death, and the smell of decay
My gritty troop bastards will win this dark day.

Roaming through alleys, for enemies near,
Our lesson today is to teach them new fear. 

The blood of your brothers will spill on the ground,
While in your death, we revel, at the new joy we've found.

Take heed all you enemies who stand in our way,
Your price is DEATH, and today you will pay.

Be it by fire, lead, or sharp knife,
Your future's been blessed with our taking your life.

So lace up your boots, you bastards of war,
My brothers in arms, who would die for the corps.

Today is a day where we push through the shit,
and my rifle and I will have a say in it.

-Howler_27

I thought I woud try
my luck in this thread
but after reading these awesome, kicking. f-ing rhymes
my poem seemed DEAD

In Fushe I trust,
Play it you must.
With planes in the air,
They won't know you're there.
Take down a chopper, a pilot or two,
Leave them shouting "Wtf, who?!"
To the bushes I dive,
With my trusty M-9-Five,
With my finger on the trigger quicker.
For first I strive.
There's my story of a man, with gun,
Don't laugh at that, it wasn't a pun.

HEAR THE GERMAN GUNS
Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom
Boom Boom
Boom Boom
BOOM BOOM BOOM

Pte S Baldrick c.1917

Hey, this isn t poem but dunno where should i put it so i ll try here . It s a funny news story i read once. Delete it if it s better thread for it .

CHP vs. USMC

Top this for a speeding ticket

Two California Highway Patrol Officers were conducting speeding enforcement on I-15, just north of the Marine Corps Air Station at Miramar. One of the officers was using a hand held radar device to check speeding vehicles approaching the crest of a hill.

The officers were suddenly surprised when the radar gun began reading 300 miles per hour The officer attempted to reset the radar gun, but it would not reset and then turned off.

Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had in fact locked on to a USMC F/A-18 Hornet which was engaged in a low flying exercise near the location.

Back at the CHP Headquarters the Patrol Captain fired off a complaint to the USMC Base Commander.


The reply came back in true USMC style:


”Thank you for your letter. We can now complete the file on this incident.

You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Hornet had detected the presence of, and subsequently locked on to, your hostile radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to it, which is why it shut down.

Furthermore, an Air-to-Ground missile aboard the fully armed aircraft had also automatically locked on to your equipment location.

Fortunately, the Marine Pilot flying the Hornet recognized the situation for what it was, quickly responded to the missile system alert status and was able to override the automated defense system before the missile was launched to destroy the hostile radar position.

The pilot also suggests you cover your mouths when cussing at them, since the video systems on these jets are very high tech. Sergeant Johnson, the officer holding the radar gun, should get his dentist to check his left rear molar. It appears the filling is loose. Also, the snap is broken on his holster.

Thank you for your concern.

Semper Fi.”

Gaining 3-star rank

i was a general - 2 star,
to 3 - it was quite far,
i had 200k points already,
but 1440h still wasn't ready,

i was changing the servers,
i was flying to denver,
once joined wake island,
another time - dalian,

I was still missing few hours of time,
I wanted so badly to make here the rhyme
i wanted to get it, i was followed by greed.
finally i made it, on server *ATG*

i realise that still, i cannot compare to you
even that i am glad i finally made one through
Let's celebrate the art of bf2 with outstanding beers
I'm gonna go, goodnight, good luck, have fun and also cheers