New Adventures of Queen Victoria by Pab Sungenis

New Adventures of Queen Victoria

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  1. BillThompson

    BillThompson said, about 2 years ago

    Good one, Pab.

  2. Fairportfan2

    Fairportfan2 said, about 2 years ago

    the cruel war was over — oh, the triumph was so sweet!
    we watched the troops returning, through our tears;
    there was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet glittering street,
    and you scarce could hear the music for the cheers.
    and you scarce could see the house-tops for the flags that flew between;
    the bells were pealing madly to the sky;
    and everyone was shouting for the soldiers of the queen,
    and the glory of an age was passing by.
    and then there came a shadow, swift and sudden, dark and drear;
    the bells were silent, not an echo stirred.
    the flags were drooping sullenly, the men forgot to cheer;
    we waited, and we never spoke a word.
    the sky grew darker, darker, till from out the gloomy rack
    there came a voice that checked the heart with dread:
    “tear down, tear down your bunting now, and hang up sable black;
    they are coming — it’s the army of the dead.”
    they were coming, they were coming, gaunt and ghastly, sad and slow;
    they were coming, all the crimson wrecks of pride;
    with faces seared, and cheeks red smeared, and haunting eyes of woe,
    and clotted holes the khaki couldn’t hide.
    oh, the clammy brow of anguish! the livid, foam-flecked lips!
    the reeling ranks of ruin swept along!
    the limb that trailed, the hand that failed, the bloody finger tips!
    and oh, the dreary rhythm of their song!
    “they left us on the veldt-side, but we felt we couldn’t stop
    on this, our england’s crowning festal day;
    we’re the men of magersfontein, we’re the men of spion kop,
    colenso — we’re the men who had to pay.
    we’re the men who paid the blood-price. shall the grave be all our gain?
    you owe us. long and heavy is the score.
    then cheer us for our glory now, and cheer us for our pain,
    and cheer us as ye never cheered before.”
    the folks were white and stricken, and each tongue seemed weighted with lead;
    each heart was clutched in hollow hand of ice;
    and every eye was staring at the horror of the dead,
    the pity of the men who paid the price.
    they were come, were come to mock us, in the first flush of our peace;
    through writhing lips their teeth were all agleam;
    they were coming in their thousands — oh, would they never cease!
    i closed my eyes, and then — it was a dream.
    there was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet gleaming street;
    the town was mad; a man was like a boy.
    a thousand flags were flaming where the sky and city meet;
    a thousand bells were thundering the joy.
    there was music, mirth and sunshine; but some eyes shone with regret;
    and while we stun with cheers our homing braves,
    o god, in thy great mercy, let us nevermore forget
    the graves they left behind, the bitter graves.

  3. 1effinday

    1effinday said, about 2 years ago

    @Fairportfan2 That is amazing! Love the mp3. Who is the singer?

  4. Sherlock Watson

    Sherlock Watson said, about 2 years ago

    Within this strip is an image that many people today have never seen before, and may never see again… a 22-cent stamp!
    But seriously, Pab, Bravo.

  5. randayn

    randayn GoComics PRO Member said, about 2 years ago

    You rock today, Pab.

  6. vwdualnomand

    vwdualnomand said, about 2 years ago

    veterans are true heroes. from fighting in the trenches on the western front to the streets of fallujah, they deserve all the thanks from a grateful public. if you know a vet, buy them a drink. and, we as a society should do more for vets, if that means helping them to find jobs, paying for their education, taking care of their medical and psychological needs, and finding them housing.

  7. Fairportfan2

    Fairportfan2 said, about 2 years ago


    That’s Country Joe McDonald, from his album “War War War” – his settings of several of the World War One poems of Robert W Service. (Though “March of the Dead” refers to the Boer War.)

  8. Fairportfan2

    Fairportfan2 said, about 2 years ago

    Robert W Service – author of “The Cremation of Sam McGee”and “The Shooting of Dan McGrew” – served as an ambulance driver in WW1.
    He wrote a number of poems inspired by the war.
    Country Joe McDonald’s “War War War”, setting several of them to music, is an excellent introduction, but any and all of Service’s poetry is worth hunting up.

  9. Peam

    Peam said, about 2 years ago


  10. NathandeGargoyle

    NathandeGargoyle said, about 2 years ago

    Just watched the Remembrance Day parade in London (on the telly).
    They should make the Royals and the politicians watch and wait while the veterans place their wreaths rather than the other way round!

  11. lessa49002

    lessa49002 GoComics PRO Member said, about 2 years ago

    A few other comics that are either directly or indirectly about Veterans Day are Grey Matters Doonesbury, LuAnn, Red and Rover, and The Other Coast. All are available here on GoComics.

  12. Krazy Ig Katz

    Krazy Ig Katz said, about 2 years ago


    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

    Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—-An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime… Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

  13. Krazy Ig Katz

    Krazy Ig Katz said, about 2 years ago

    6. Dead Cow Farm

    AN ANCIENT saga tells us how
    In the beginning the First Cow
    (For nothing living yet had birth
    But Elemental Cow on earth)
    Began to lick cold stones and mud: 5
    Under her warm tongue flesh and blood
    Blossomed, a miracle to believe:
    And so was Adam born, and Eve.
    Here now is chaos once again,
    Primeval mud, cold stones and rain. 10
    Here flesh decays and blood drips red,
    And the Cow’s dead, the old Cow’s dead.

    Robert Graves, Faeries and Fusiliers

  14. Kitty

    Kitty said, about 2 years ago


    Agreed!! I deeply wish wars were not a part of human life at all, and do not always support the reasons leadership takes our troops into war. But I am deeply saddened that with all they do, risking life, limb and sometimes mind to the horrors of war, that we as a society do not do much, much more to support our veterans, from the govt. offering more support, to the private sector investing in them in our work force, to any one of us showing them kindness and appreciation.

    Lets all think about what we can do this Veterans day to support our troops, more than by just waving a flag around. Maybe donate to a local vets charity, or write your congressman saying you demand they support more help for Veterans! Wow, sorry, I’ll get off my soap box now! :-)

  15. Leilani Wall

    Leilani Wall said, about 2 years ago

    Thank you.

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