Posts by Geoff Lealand
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to
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Great movie theatre in Opotiki too.
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It is where he keeps his illegal drugs and xxx-rated DVDs?
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to
Julie: thanks. I would recommend a cautionary note; this 'hymn' was a version of events driven by resentment and prejudice, rather than comradeship. History is seldom pretty when the motivations for events are investigated. I should be proud, for example, that my father was a major ringleader in the mutiny by the Second Echelon soldiers who refused to return to Egypt and Syria from leave in NZ. But it is tempered by a realisation that they mutinied because they wanted those they perceived as 'slackers' or 'shirkers' to go instead.
But it is a history worth telling, I believe. I imagine that your average GI was a more interesting and exotic creature for many NZ women than your average Kiwi bloke, in these times. -
Well, here we go. Warning: the following contains strong language and anti-American sentiments.
New Zealand version of the U.S. Marines Hymn
With their balls in Montezuma
And their pricks in Tripoli
It's the Yankee line of bullshit
And it means fuck-all to me;
For they thought they'd run New Zealand,
But they couldn't run latrines,
There's no bigger pack of bastards
Than the United States Marine's.
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They come from Yankee brothels
Their parents are unknown;
The scum of the earth are in their ranks,
Pig pens their natural homes.
Oh! They keep the provosts busy,
And we're used to Yankee scenes
Of sluts being fucked in alley-ways
By United States marines.
,,......Of the war in the Pacific
Great stories have been told,
Of how the Yankees marched to battle
So big, so brave, so bold ....
But the other night in Wellington,
We saw some gory scenes,
Of some Anzacs knocking hell out of
The United Stares marines.*
.......But it seems that we must bear with them
For many a weary day,
These bastards whose real name should be
"Cock Suckers U,S,A." ....
For when the boys come home from overseas
And they gaze on homeland scenes,
Then God help those sons-of-bitches,
The United States marines.
A note at the bottom of the transcript reads "The US authorities offered a reward of $2000 for the name of the author of the above...but it was never claimed"* a reference to the Manners Street riots?
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Capture: Cats Love Cameras, in reply to
Your gg could do such tricks (turning cats into small children)?
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Another What I Did In the Holidays story; fossiking in the folders of old school reports/ship menus/leaflets in the great Richmond Traders antique store near Nelson, I came across the original typed lyrics + transcript of the "New Zealand version of the US Marine's Hymn" c1942. Very scatological language and embittered sentiments and a corner of military history which has been largely overlooked. If folk are interested, I could post it here.
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Great stuff. Never had any grandparents (I was at the tail-end of my mother's three marriages, with children produced between and thus disinherited) and no aunts, except for a Auntie Mona, who richly deserved her name.
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Rather a tragedy knowing that bags which had not ripped open would be dumped and buried along with rest. Thinking how food banks could have benefited.
It was great to see how people organised themselves, without any apparent supervision--young boys swimming out to steer the bags to shore from the shattered container, adults helping teens carry bags above the high water mark, and burly blokes carrying two 20kg bags. I only happened to be there because we were staying with friends in Bowentown and it seemed rather mean-spirited to just rubber-neck.