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Under the willow the willow
I heard the butcher-bird sing,
Come out you fine young fellow
From under your mother's wing.
I'll show you the magic garden
That hangs in the beamy air,
The way of the Lynx and the angry Sphinx
And the fun of the freezing fair.
Lie down lie down with my daughter
Beneath the Arabian tree,
Gaze on your face in the water
Forget the scribbling sea.
Your pillow the nine bright shiners.
Your bed the spilling sand,
But the terrible toy of my lily-white boy
Is the gun in his innocent hand.
You must take off your clothes for the Doctor
And stand as straight as a pin
His hand of stone on your white breast-bone
Where the bullets all go in.
They'll dress you in lawn and linen
And fill you with Plymouth gin,
O the devil may wear a rose in his hair
I'll wear my fine doe-skin.
My mother weeps as I leave her
But I tell her it won't be long,
The murderers wail in Wandsworth Gaol
But I shoot a more popular song.
Down in the enemy country
Under the enemy tree
There lies a lad whose heart has gone bad
Waiting for me, for me.
He says I have no culture
And that when I've stormed the pass
I shall fall on the farm with a smoking arm
And ravish his bonny lass.
Under the willow the willow
Death spreads her dripping wings
And caught in the snare of the bleeding air
The butcher bird sings, sings, sings.
“Bah! He wasn’t so tough, I could take him with one hand behind my back,” grunted one of the dragon soldiers as he tore into a fish. The man to his left coughed and laughed as he guzzled down his ale. “Sure you could. Did you know who that was? That was THE Grogkarn of the northern wastes. He could tear your limbs off, he could. I heard him grumbled he traveled all the way from Garheim to meet with Drakk, so you know the rumors of his prowess must be true.”
“Bah!” the first soldier responded with a dismissive wave and he too drank his ale. The others chuckled and continued to eat their dinner.
The soldiers were guarding a sea fort gifted to Drakk by the Baron himself. It served as one of Drakk’s outposts, a study for his magics, a prison, and a vault for some of his treasures. Today it served as a meeting spot for some of the Badland’s most infamous mercenaries--Drakk was recruiting.
Commander Ester, lieutenant of the Baron and liaison to Drakk, stood in the antechamber along with two grey robed monks and three strangers. One was leaning against the stairwell, a middle aged man with graying hair and wrinkles with a permanent scowl on his face. He wore leather armor and had various weapons strapped all over along with an impressive collection of vials filled with poisons and swirling vapors strapped to his belt. Another stood boldly in front of the fireplace, warming his hands and grinning an evil smile. Large for a hobgoblin, he wore dark armor with ancient runes, no doubt looted from some forgotten temple. The third man stood frowning in front of Commander Ester. He dwarfed the other men in the chamber. His muscles tensed and his bold mustache bristled as he spoke to the Commander.
“Please, gentleman, wait your turn,” the Commander pleaded to those assembled. “The Sorcerer will speak to you soon.”
“I have not traveled all the way from Garhiem to wait in this blasted room!” Roared the half-giant. The hobgoblin regarded his gloves as he spoke up, “Yes indeed. My boys waiting outside the walls are not the most patient sort.” The assassin merely continued to lean, his scowl deepening.
Behind the large doors Drakk sat behind his desk and regarded his first interviewee. A bald man with a dark beard, he wore black decorated silk robes and carried a staff. He could sense the magic flowing off the man, and knew the reputation of the illusionist was not one of exaggeration. “Nozif the Illusionist, welcome. I’ll get to the point, the Baron has sent out a rallying cry to bolster our numbers. I personally desire only the best money can buy to join my list of allies, and so here you are. What do you say?”
Nozif inclined his head as a token of respect. “Word of your power and ambition reaches even my ears Drakk the Dragon Sorcerer. I would be honored to be considered your ally.”
“Excellent, I will be in touch my friend.” With another nod, Nozif walked back to the doors to exit the chamber. “Three more to go…” Drakk muttered to himself.
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On RECRUIT
[1917]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative.
Photograph shows sailors hanging laundry on the U.S.S. Recruit, a fake battleship built in Union Square, New York City by the Navy to recruit seamen and sell Liberty Bonds. (Source: Flickr Commons project, 2015)
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).
Format: Glass negatives.
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Call Number: LC-B2- 4481-1
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Just then, the door slid open, and Lt. Harrow stepped into the quarters. He was all too casual, a smirk playing on his lips. “You settling in okay, Julana? I hear the nights can be rough for new arrivals.”
She forced a smile, trying to keep her tone steady. “I’m managing, sir.”
He leaned against the sink, his eyes lingering a moment too long. “If you need any... guidance, I’d be happy to show you to the security wing.”
Great, just what I need.
“No, thank you, sir,” she replied, keeping her voice firm. “I can find my way.”
He chuckled, brushing it off. “Alright then, just remember, I’m around if you need anything.”
As he stepped back, she felt a shiver of relief mixed with unease. The night shift was already off to a questionable start.
Alright. One night at a time. Just get through it. Can’t screw this up. I need this job.
Meet two of Wigan’s newest recruits. James Booth and Stacey Whitehouse will become PCs next month.
The first recruits to join GMP in five years are finishing their training by visiting their new patches.
In a few weeks’ time 100 new officers will be attested at a ceremony in Salford before becoming fully operational officers within neighbourhood policing teams across Greater Manchester.
The new recruits are being officially introduced to the areas that they will be policing, getting to know the local area, meeting community groups and attending briefings to learn from officers who already work there.
The 100 are all former GMP employees having previously been either Police Community Support Officers (PCSO), Special Constables, apprentices or police staff.
Deputy Chief Constable Ian Pilling, said: “The introduction of these 100 new officers is part of our commitment to neighbourhood policing across Greater Manchester.
“Many of these recruits will be building upon their experience as former PCSOs or Special Constables and will therefore already have established the skills necessary to succeed in neighbourhood policing.
“The recruits join GMP as we make full use of the latest technology, including smartphones and tablets, which will allow frontline officers to spend more time out policing in the community.
“Through the ongoing recruitment we continue with our commitment to make sure that Greater Manchester Police is representative of the people and communities in which we serve.”
Greater Manchester Mayor and Police and Crime Commissioner Tony Lloyd said: “For the first time in five years we will see a significant number of new police officers patrolling our streets, which is good news for the communities of Greater Manchester.
“Local people have told me that they want a strong and sustainable police service keeping them and their homes safe. Despite ongoing government cuts to policing, I am determined to deliver that, working with the Chief Constable to drive forward new recruitment to bolster local policing.“
500 new officers will join the Force this year but the total number of overall officers will be maintained at current levels.
To find out more about Greater Manchester Police www.gmp.police.uk
You should call 101, the national non-emergency number, to report crime and other concerns that do not require an emergency response.
Always call 999 in an emergency, such as when a crime is in progress, violence is being used or threatened or where there is danger to life.
You can also call anonymously with information about crime to Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111. Crimestoppers is an independent charity who will not want your name, just your information. Your call will not be traced or recorded and you do not have to go to court or give a statement.
Our latest batch of new recruits began the process of becoming Greater Manchester Police dogs this week.
The youngster are about to go out to their temporary homes form a short while before the serious business of training begins.
You should call 101, the national non-emergency number, to report crime and other concerns that do not require an emergency response.
Always call 999 in an emergency, such as when a crime is in progress, violence is being used or threatened or where there is danger to life.
You can also call anonymously with information about crime to Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111. Crimestoppers is an independent charity who will not want your name, just your information. Your call will not be traced or recorded and you do not have to go to court or give a statement.
You can access many of our services online at www.gmp.police.uk
Description: Pathan recruit
Location: North west frontier of India
Date: 1933-1935
Our catalogue reference: Part of CN 4/8
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Petty Officer 2nd Class Andrew Loeffler, a Company Commander at Coast Guard Training Center Cape May, N.J., provides motivational instruction to Seaman Recruit Tyler Clendenen Friday, Aug. 28, 2015. Part of the process of basic military training is to induce high levels of stress in order to ensure that a recruit can later perform his or her job in the fleet where handling stress appropriately could mean the difference between life and death. (U.S. Coast Guard photo by Chief Warrant Officer John Edwards)
Letter generously translated by 'hardpapier'; penned on 26.3.1917 in Lallaing, Northern France, the author writes to a friend - "Dear Ernst be glad that you are not in the field yet because it's not so good here and I don't like it at all so far." Photogr. Ernst Berka, Zittau O./L.
Recruits belonging to an unidentified Saxon infantry regiment photographed inside their barracks room possibly a year or two before the postcard was mailed.
The recruit seated on a box in the centre of the photograph is slicing a chunk from a loaf of Kommißbrot, a dark type of bread, baked from rye and other flours and known for its long shelf life. During the war, sawdust was sometimes added to compensate for shortages of flour.
Bain News Service,, publisher.
On RECRUIT
[between ca. 1915 and ca. 1920]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negatives or caption cards.
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).
Format: Glass negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
General information about the Bain Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.ggbain
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ggbain.26146
Call Number: LC-B2- 4480-17