The Ballad of “The Irish Wolf-hound” Brennan Carrick

The war was hard as rock salt, like the man Whose mother named him Brennan, meaning “brave” Whose father gave him not but discipline He dealt with toe of boot or heel of hand The army traded Brennan name and age For uniform, and gun, and belt, and boot And took him ‘cross the ocean,Continue reading “The Ballad of “The Irish Wolf-hound” Brennan Carrick”

music in the war

the Vietnam War has ruined so much good music for me CCR, The Doors – I cannot hear the songs without thinking of bombs dropping skanky Asian prostitutes and yokels abroad smoking cigarettes and talking about Charlie thankfully Zeppelin and Zappa they seemed to stay untainted un-coloured by the jaded brush-strokes held by history’s hand