Instead of singing "Happy are we, Happy are we."

That song sometimes comes into my head from singing it in Sacrament and Sunday School back in the day. It was like "Put your shoulder to the wheel push along" song mentality.

It is a marching song to battle like with a soldier marching beat and rhythm. I used to lead it as a Sacrament chorister and remember how fast we sang it without missing a beat, like the good stalwart soldiers that we were.

But yeah, if we are engaged in a 'good cause; as ex-Mos, then what if that cause is our repelling TSCC like we're bug spray and it the insect ?

Not sure that's where happiness derives, but it does bring a measure of satisfaction !

Carry on, ye stalwart sons and daughters, carry on. Whatever rocks yer boat.

My family made me be baptized at age eight; I didn't enlist in the Morg's army, I was conscripted.

So far, my good cause is to find a cause worth serving. And the Mormons don't have it.

"I didn't enlist in the Morg's army, I was conscripted." ... as was I. What 8 year old is given a choice ?

...no, you had reached the age of accountability; therefore the sins of desertion and dereliction of duty remain. I will pray the Rosary for you My Son.

Happy are we
Crappy are ye

I never imagined kicking against the pricks could be so much fun.

I'm making my way through a sinus infection. While it seems to be on the downhill side, laughing still sets off a miserable, damp cough. I'm going to see my doctor tomorrow. I have a nasty, long-lived history of sinus problems (after three separate operations for them) and thought I'd said goodbye forever. But apparently not.

Anyway, now that I can breathe again, thanks for the giggle!! GREAT line!

I still have a wicked kicking leg, for an old lady. Let me know any time you feel like taking on said pricks again!!

And they are pricks.

I was happy when I de-enlisted in that conflict.

Looking back, so many of the songs were Morg vs. the world.

This is a far prettier song and battle cry written by Hannah Senesh, who died by execution by Nazis during WWII after getting shot down over Hungary during a reconnaissaince mission to save Hungarian Jews. She was 23.

"Walk to Caesarea

My God, my God,
that these may never end:
the sand and the sea,
the rush of water,
the lightning of heaven,
the prayer of man." (Now that's poetry !)

And here set to music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCgNJbNcW3E