Hon Lt Tulbahadur Pun, 83, Gurkha, led survivors of his section to attack machinegun position, pressing it alone to allow rest of platoon to capture rail bridge Mogaung, Burma, June 1944.
Hon Havildar Bhanbhagta Gurung, 85, Gurkha, killed a sniper and cleared four enemy foxholes and a machinegun post, then repelled a counterattack, Tamandu, Burma, March 1945.
Hon Havildar Lachhiman Gurung, 88, Gurkha, repelled 200 Japanese soldiers despite losing three fingers trying to throw back enemy grenades, resisted for four hours, Taungdaur, Burma, May 1945.
The Ghurkas were feared throughout the world as being tough, honourable and almost-suicidally brave. They fought alongside us, and they were incredibly respected. Being the poor and tight-fisted bastard that I am, one of the only charities that I have give money to (the other is the Lifeboat Association) is one of those that gives money to Ghurka veterans. And why do I feel that this is only right; why do I feel moved to do this?
The Ministry of Defense still insists that they should receive lesser pensions than other troops and the Home Office that those who serve should not have the right to live or work in the United Kingdom.
Because those fucking scum we call politicians—who are only able to sit in their fat arses making stupid laws and stuffing their obese, fucking cakeholes with subsidised food because a load of brave ghurkas fought alongside our men (and still do)—have decided that the pissy little Asian boys ain't worth a tiny bit of gratitude. What a bunch of stinking cunts. As Tim says:
God we are ruled by scum.
Yes, they are scum; all of them: Tories, Labour, Liberal and, most of all, the high-up, Civil Service mandarins (who have been installed in the fucking bar for longer than most politicians)—whose enormous fucking salaries, expenses, pensions and freedom all derive from other people's bravery—because they keep this injustice going on. It would, in terms of government spending, cost nothing, nothing, to right these wrongs and they will not do it. It is simply petty meanness—especially when they are otherwise for incredibly profligate—and it demeans us all.
Our politicos are shits of the very first water; terrible, morally-bankrupt fuckers with all of the conscience of a fucking rock. Turds to a man (and woman), I hope that every single one of them suffers from the most extraordinarily painful and incurable piles, and genital thrush, for the rest of their—hopefully, unnaturallly short—lives.