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The Ministry Of Lies - Two Informal, Everyday, Briefings.
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Railing at the Moon Red coat that’s you,
Your country right or wrong.
Win the dirty foreign war.
We’ll award you with a gong.
But don’t be too sucessful,
Or get noticed by the press.
We go to war by rule of law.
And if you slip you hang.
Not for you the reason why,
Don’t question why we’re here.
Our cause is just, so place your trust.
In Whitehall, have no fear.
Queen and country, that’s our way.
You’ll be out there with your mates.
You’ll have everything you need.
Except ammo and armour plates.
The rules of engagement were never so clear.
They were written by our lawyers.
You can shoot anyone you like.
But never before the cameras.
You’ll see a copy in theatre, I think
You should be proud of your son.
He served his country well.
His sacrifice was not in vain.
His mates would all miss him,
If they had survived.
His name stands out amongst the slain.
So accept this medal with pride.
As proud as I am to have served with him.
Oh and this letter.
Which states that the medal must be returned.
Should your son be proven. As I fear he may.
A war criminal.
It was written by our lawyers.
And never forget the grand old lie,
As true to day as it never was:
Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori.
