General Sir Richard Sherriff tells Sky News that even if Russia is defeated in the war against Ukraine, it is going to remain determined to rebuild another empire, subjugate Ukraine, and then move on to other ex-Soviet countries, like NATO members. That could mean war with Russia.
Eric Bogle - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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Now, when I was a young man, I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said, "Son It's time you stop rambling, 'cause there's work to be done" So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli How well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury the slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again Now those who were left did their best to survive In that mad world of death, blood, and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive While the corpses around me piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I awoke in my hospital bed And saw what it had done - well, I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dying For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda To the green bush far and free For to hang tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me So they collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where my legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn and to pity And the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared And they turned all their faces away And so now every April, I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving old dreams of past glory And the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, those old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing matilda Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me And their ghosts may be heard As you pass by that billabong You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.