Soldier Types from my new book with link

Soldier Types

What type of man becomes a soldier?

All types of man from a baker to accountant

From the criminal offered either jail or the army

To the graduate who wanted to become a man

All signed up and were given a number

Along with a rifle and uniform and orders

Off to war they went aged 18-22

Keen to show they were ready and able

To kick both German and Japan where it hurt

This they did hundreds of times over

But after Germany and Japan kicked them

Killing their buddies and losing them battles

After these harsh lessons America stood up

Making a stand to do what was needed

Smash the Axis militaries two front war

First Imperial Japan and then Nazi Germany

But it was soon apparent that both were equal

One threat the same as the other

But different in their make up

Yet the same in their fighting intent to win

Both were heavy weight opponents

With skill and tenacity and a knockout will

This was the nature of the enemy to fight

The Army of Democracy stood up

And took on the challenge to be victorious

Once and for all even if it took forever

And cost every single soldier his young life

They started the war we’d finish it

from my new book https://www.amazon.com/Eventful-War-Nick-Armbrister-ebook/dp/B07NX295ZM/ref=sr_1_1/147-4668782-7800355?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1550841390&sr=1-1&refinements=p_27%3ANick+Armbrister&fbclid=IwAR2SmPloUbqLubSeImqhI7eGbDiYNrH35Cw03n4rDMgCqMEcKaijzxdWAek

DC-3

DC-3

A Post-War design classic with the looks of an actress.

Silver alloy cool taking you cross country.

Fancy a holiday?

Fly off in a Douglas DC-3.

The height of style and Art Nouveau cool.

It's speed and range revolutionized air travel.

There wasn't nothing like it before except the beautiful Boeing 247.

Hundreds of civilian ones were made but war ended that.

Giving the DC-3 its finest hour as thousands were built.

Called C-47 Skytrain, they gained immortality over Arnhem and Normandy.

Dropping paratroops and flying in supplies for the army.

Braving Flak and enemy fighters.

Shoot downs and crashes were common but they were always there.

In the middle of the battle doing what it did best, being a flying workhorse.

One survived being rammed by a Japanese fighter.

Others flew over The Hump, risking storms and four mile high mountains.

A few went missing with their crews, never to be found.

The aircraft was that good it was copied by the Soviets and Japanese.

After the war an improved version was built but it wasn't needed.

Thousands of war vet transports were cheaply available.

They flew through the decades, on and on and on.

Now in the 21st Century there are hundreds still in service.

Regular passenger flights are flown in Canada and Columbia.

A testament to Douglas' legendary DC-3 design.

Fitted with turboprop engines, they still proudly serve.

Some will fly for a hundred years or more.

The world's first airliner to achieve that feat.

Stylish yet simple, historical yet humble, this is the DC-3.

Detonate the Night from my new anti war ebook

Detonate the Night

The attack came with the ferocity of war

War like only we can know

For we knew this moment was coming

But we didn’t think it would be so

Bad in the way that death is final

And all knowing that life ceases

When enemy explosive discharges on our positions

All we can do is to wait it out and endure

Those who survive must be ready to resist

Throw our enemy back from whence he came

But killing him is more preferable to that

For he will return in twenty years like he has done now

We will bear his bombardment and emerge

Then we will defeat him and smash his army and weapons

And savage his homeland as he does ours and we will win

Once the shells stop we will rally those who remain

And we will charge his guns so Victory is ours

from my new anti war ebook Eventful War by Nick Armbrister Kindle Edition

definition of lonely lol

Dead Stick Beach Landing (based on a sci-fi short story I read as a teen, forget the name or author)

The pilot landed his pointy space plane on the beach

It was a long sloping beach so he needed a touch of rudder

Like his wife tickling one of his nuts

But she was dead like everybody else

Space travel did that or light speed did

Several years of it was toooo delayed

Thus the pilot returned to a world now changed

Humanity was gone and so was everything else

Smoke and ash remained along with a poisoned atmosphere

The carbon monoxide allowed him to land

Gave his wings and controls something to bite on

Or he would crash like a meteor

His nuclear fuel used up not enough to light a cigarette

He had no way to replenish his oxygen

So in three hours he was dead

Or sooner if he popped the door

And took a breath of poisoned air

Fuck that time for a beer and some metal tunes

Maybe the aliens saw me land and will rescue me

They can even join me for a beer

There are twenty four out of date cans...

Merc Secret Plane Stories by Jimmy Boom Semtex

“We were faster than them and could out climb them but they out turned us and were more agile. Bert tried to turn in a horizontal fight with a Mig 17, he never made it. The Mig zipped round and blew him apart. Bert never had a chance. I climbed way up above the Mig to dive down on him with my superior speed and get him with a missile shot. He saw me when I was climbing up and pulled his nose up and took a shot at me. I remember seeing his tracer shells arcing up in two separate streams and falling away out of range. He now knew he was dead. I took my time climbing four thousand feet above him. I kept my throttles on max in my climb, using the water to boost my max engine power. At the top of my climb I killed the water and lit my burners and came down like the Devil. I locked up the Mig that killed my wingman and fired a single Sidewinder. In those days we could only get the enemy from the back or above and in the rear where his engine heat was. This I did and my missile blew him to bits. There was nothing left and I had my second kill, my first with a missile,” Bubba quietly continued. I ordered two more beers, he insisted on paying the bar tab.

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Eventful War

Nick Armbrister

This is Nick's new anti war poetry collection about World War Two. A very varied collection of work in several different poem styles like verse, rhyme and Haiku. There are poems on the machines of war like the Hurricane fighter, on the bomber plane, on U-Boats, and tanks. The men who did the fighting and those who sent them off to war are covered. Why would two brothers fight one another on opposing sides? Works also covers equipping the men for war, on the historical aspects of the battles, on spoofing the enemy, about the weapons like the bayonet, bullet types, guns and rape as a weapon of war. The poems are intended to make the reader think. What is war? The work here covers opposing sides and much much more. A second volume will follow in future.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/924473

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Kebab Chips Drink Nick Armbrister

Kebab Chips Drink

Nick Armbrister

Illusional Fish 1

I do not care what colour you are

I do not care what size you are

I do not care what hair tint you have

I do not care what shoe size you are

I do not care what job you do

I do not care what car you drive

I do not care what sports you like

I do not care what tax you pay

I do not care what neighbours you have

I do not care what jacket you wear

I do not care what your dress sense is

I do not care what breakfast you ate

I do not care what brand of coffee you like

I do not care what your friends say

I do not care what your husband does

           

Illusional Fish 2

All I care about is you babe

You by my side in my bed

Or on top of me or under me

Or in any other positions

All wet and moist in the shower

Jumping off the wardrobe

On your kitchen table at dinner time

What matters is you and me

Naked together like innocents

Getting it on like spies

Making noise like a rock gig

And violent like a bulldozer

Together in our birthday suits

With no damn cares at all

This is how I care for you

Like you do for me…

Pompous Man Purple Tool

The wife’s husband said, ‘Fuck you!’

It was directed at his love rival

A man who was so superior

In every single way and the wife knew

This is why dear darling wifey did it

Had the affair with the better man

He was more intelligent

Had a better job

Was twice as handsome

Drove a Porsche

Had a six pack

And was a decade younger

And another major advantage

He had a huge purple cock

So fucking huge it made the wife scream

It was almost like she was dying

Being murdered by a night stalker

But the real night stalker was the cock

And it was attached to the better man

And was right now inside lesser man’s wife

Pumping thrusting venting disgorging creating

Creating something that could not, would not,

Ever be forgotten by the legal husband

He wanted to kill the superior model

But that wasn’t possible because he was stuck

Super glued to a chair and made to observe

Watch his wife get utterly fucking ruined

By the huge purple meat stick with a red tip

Fourteen inches long and totally bald

Giving it to her all day and night and forever

For two people it was paradise

For one it wasn’t…

Flotsam and Jetsam by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Flotsam and Jetsam

by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Jelma's year had flown by. Some of the time was spent in China, working with Chen. She was commissioned to design and produce three dresses for him; the first two had been made in Japan while working at Kazuki. Her two colleagues and friends, Kaito and Chiyo, helped out. Both had worked at Jelma's former place of employment, Washi, run by Michu. Michu has a reputation for being a touchy boss and was known to hold grudges. Jelma faced her off in a potential war that was narrowly averted when she set up her own fashion house, Kazuki. Would a one year business legal clause have made any different? That was doubtful. The maverick designer would have found other ways to make dresses and get round that easily. Jelma always kept alert but wasn't overly paranoid.

Also adding to her team was Sera, her newest colleague and friend. Each of Kazuki's staff had an important role in the production of Chen's commissioned dresses. The third dress would be different; Jelma would temporarily reside in China where she would design and produce her final piece for him, working at his main clothing factory. Jelma's colleagues would help out, advise and troubleshoot when needed by video link, email and phone. They were never out of the loop and part of her team.

The ladies were working on a marketing plan for the first two dresses that Kazuki had produced for Chen. They were to be sold in top Chinese stores. Kazuki could only produce a limited number of dresses each year due to the small number of staff.

After the boss Jelma, there was Sera, Kaito and Chiyo. Each dress was handmade and there were only so many hours in the day. Jelma had a plan to get round this:

"I have a plan. It goes like this: Chen has six fashion houses making things as diverse as children's footwear to teenage sportswear. One of his fashion houses, called Loquat, makes women's clothing. I propose that this factory will make two thousand each of our first two dresses. That's four thousand individual dresses. It's well within Loquat's production capability. Chen informed me they can make ten thousand a week at peak demand. This is to keep up with demand and free us up here to do new projects. What do you think?"

Silence descended in Kazuki's meeting room while the four girls thought it over. Jelma walked over and made some sweet tea. Chen sent it over from China. She gave each of her colleagues a small cup of the dark green liquid.

"Well... it sounds good at first blush. Four thousand is a large number to produce. We can't do that many here. We'd have to hire new trained staff who can hand make dresses. No time to train them. They'd have to hit the ground running, like I did here. So Chen's factory being able to make them is a good thing," Sera commented. She was the newest member of the team but learnt fast, had previous design experience and was equally skilled designing or cutting garments by hand.

"Yes, our dresses are all special, unique and handmade. I trust it that Loquat can make the four thousand dresses all by hand? We need to be clear on that. If not, I'm against the venture," Chiyo replied. Her expression was grim. We are old skool purists in this awfully modern world. Only we do handmade dresses! Machines are a sell out.

"Ok, some good points there. Kaito, what do you think?" Jelma nodded, looking around the room. Her last friend and colleague hadn't spoke yet.

"My views..." Kaito whispered. She sat back in her leather easy chair and sipped the green tea. "Ok. I think we need to know about his production techniques before we say yes or no on this. But we do need the four grand making."

Europa 3 Nick Armbrister and Andy N

Europa 3

Nick Armbrister and Andy N

Bridge Building

We dug in the mud we used sticks

When we found bits of wreckage I was happy

When I heard the soldiers talk of ghosts I was in disbelief

When I realized I was here by fate I was fine

When I knew my Goddess guided me I was chilled

When my Hello Kitty tumbler fell I knew

When we knew this was the spot I cried

When we found a bit of bone I was elated

When I knew we had succeeded I was a girl

When I knew the big wigs had failed I smirked

When I hear it’s true what we found I’ll believe

When I hear that we found Lt Stone I’ll drink

When I drink in memory of Stone I’ll invite him

When I drink with Stone I’ll invite Kurosawa

When we all drink together we will all smile

And say how silly mad bad sad war is

But how cool aeroplanes are

Then we will all be fine

And laugh and enjoy our destiny

For we have all lived

And walked this green land

And flown in its blue skies

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(I)

There was no heroes here,

laid out on the beach

cut to pieces

just the dying and the dead,

Those who went out to fight

for their queen and country

and those who didn’t come back

at the end of the day

There was no heroes here

holding onto their ears

or those shooting up in the air

trying to hit the enemy fighters

Those who went out to fight

for their queen and country

and those who had to be forced

at the end of the day.

There was no heroes here

no villains and heroes

just men and boys

swooping in demi darkness

Just men and boys

furled in an endless nightmare

sleeving emotions

marked across the beach.

Just men and boys

carved across the beach

praying for a way out

whether alive or dead.

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Europa-Peace-Andy-Nick-Armbrister/dp/0244149615/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1549132181&sr=1-1&keywords=9780244149611

Endure the Wave by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Inside the inker was busy doing his trade, high quality tattoos. Needle sound filled the small studio. The three looked around at the flash on the walls. It was like being a kid in a sweet shop. So much artwork to choose from.

"Look at that. An angel of some kind," Jelma pointed out.

"Yes, it looks awesome. A back piece," Chiyo said. "I'd say four or five sessions would be needed to do that."

"That would hurt like hell but look amazing."

Chen looked at some writing scripts by the door. "This looks good Jelma. What do you think?"

She walked over and sized them up. Yes, there must be twenty writing styles here. The gothic one looks cool. As does the joined up one.

The needle noise stopped and a bit later the tattooist emerged from the back room, his work finished. His female customer said bye and left. The tattooist greeted Chiyo, "Hey Chiyo, how are you? How's the tattoo?"

"Hi Rikki, I'm good. My tat is doing great. Look," Chiyo greeted her tattooist and showed him the tattoo.

"Great. Hey, who's your friends?"

"This is Jelma and her boyfriend Chen."

Jabo

Jabo

NEVER EVER FORGET THEIR STORIES...

Be it the 5 MITSUBISHI A5M CLAUDEs that ditch due to fuel starvation in the sea

Or the 3 FOCKE WULF 190s that hit a German mountain. One had a red nose...

Or those perished on TINTWISTLE KNARR (AVRO LANCASTER-7 DEAD, 3X HAWKER HURRICANES-3 DEAD, LOCKHEED P-38 LIGHTNING-1DEAD)

And on and on and on and on...

There were 10,000 TEN THOUSAND training plane wrecks in the UK in world war2. Yet some was actual war acts eg the AIRSPEED OXFORD TRAINER that rammed a MESSERSCHMITT 410 HORNISSE... 7 dead... 2 German 5 UK...

And what of the woman who asked me for help who said her dad splashed a JUNKERS JU88G nightfighter with hand held infantry weapons? The 88 hit a house and 5 died there...

This is all down to my DAD RIP. His influence... Son this is a warplane...

brexit poem lol

Oh How Then

The powers that be took us into this mess

And we as people decided to act

Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons

Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

You there over there yes you in Europe

With your plans and rules and laws and languages

We are English and do not want your rules

Or to be ruled by you from citadel Europe

What will we gain from this?

Having to use Metric instead of Imperial

Pity the market traders now in jail

For refusing to bow down to Metric

In a clink with druggies and gangsters and murderers

But the Euro MPs should be inside

For maiming our lives with their red tape

From fishing quotas to banana size

They say jump and we ask how high?

So we did jump and jumped out of Europe!

Some wanted to Remain but I voted Leave

Yet what a mess it created oh dear

May’s leadership is tatty just like her

And her job is hard even damned

But there is No Deal with the chaos it brings

Brings to us in England and you in Europe

What will it really bring?

A sense of leaving but then what?

Increased air fares, a need for Visas and new wars???

Time will tell...