The Siege of Jadotville Page #6

word came that we were to be sent home.

Right, come on. Let's go.

I wanna get out of this tip.

Come on. Hurry up.

Come on.

We were too relieved

to care what deal had been done,

and traveled back

knowing that we'd held our own ground...

and done Ireland and the UN proud.

Commandant Quinlan.

Welcome back.

It's a poor reception, I know.

I'm putting them all up for medals.

For a virgin army... hell, for any army...

They were magnificent.

It's not the right time.

What do you mean?

There's not going to be

any mention of this.

It's a complicated situation,

and frankly,

you've made it more complicated.

How?

By surrendering.

You made us look bad.

Look, it's not just me, you understand.

The whole United Nations has been judged.

If we treat your men like heroes,

then we damage the institution.

Is this coming from you or O'Brien?

That's an impertinent question.

Lads.

What kind of a soldier are you?

We can make it a lot worse.

There's talk of a court martial

for cowardice.

Do it.

I don't care.

Not just for you.

For them.

You can have him court-martialed for that.

No, it would only kick up too much dust.

Anyway...

I think he owed me that one.

I was right to do it.

If I hadn't,

the world would be at war now.

Well, he doesn't understand

how the world works.

Carry on, lads.

His eyes, they closed

And his last breath spoke

He had seen all to be seen

A life once full

Now an empty vase

Wilt the blossoms on his early grave

Walk away, my boy

Walk away, my boy

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear

From your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag

For me

Then the rosary beads

Count 'em, one, two, three

Fell apart as they hit the floor

In a garb of black

We must pay respect

To the color we're born to mourn

Walk away, my boys

Walk away, my boys

By morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear

From your mother dear

Raise what's left of the flag for me

From the east out to

the western shore

Where many men

and many more will fall

But no angel flies with me tonight

Though freedom reigns on all

And curse the name

For which we slaved our days

So every man chose kingdom come

But sure as night turns day

It's the passion play

Oh, my God, what have they done?

With madman's rage

Well, they dug our graves

But the dead rise again, you fools

Walk away, my boys

Walk away, my boys

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear

From your mother dear

Raise what's left of the flag for me

Walk away, my boys

Walk away, my boys

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear

From your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag

For me

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