IWW in 3 Minutes Continued, Joan of Arc,

“Joan Of Arc”

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, “I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite.”
Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I’ve watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
“And who are you?” she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
“Why, I’m fire,” he replied,
“And I love your solitude, I love your pride.”

“Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,”
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? LEONARD COHEN

There are no saints in my belief system. Damn few heroes, and they are all dead. So the idea of a saint for a war is a bit strange to say the least. Joan of Arc was about to enter the fire for the second time. The Battles raged over some of the area she had fought against the English on. The smoke and fire could still be seen generations later. Joan was in the heart of the fiery body. Her ashes would once more be scattered over the battlefields of France. Joan wold be hailed as the saviour of France once more. She would appear on posters in Britain and the USA. After the war Joan would be declared Patron of the Great War. But it was not her who saved France, it was Henri Philippe Benoni Omer Joseph Pétain at Verdun, Foch, Haig, the hairy ones-the Poilu at the Meuse, Tommy Atkins on the Somme and at Amiens, the ANZACS at Pozieres and Le Quesnoy, the Canadians the Doughboys in the Argonne. Black Jack, Jack Cornwell at Jutland and millions of others in places long since forgotten who saved France. War you were the fire, but Joan you were not the wood.


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