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Scotsman.com News - UK - Afghan hero to auction off Military Cross

A HEROIC soldier who became the most junior serviceman ever to win the Military Cross is to put his medal up for sale.
Liam Armstrong, a Royal Marine serving with Arbroath-based 45 Commando, made history more than three years ago when he was presented with the Military Cross, one of Britain's highest awards for gallantry, aged just 23.
The commando was decorated by the Queen in July 2003, at an investiture ceremony at Buckingham Palace for his outstanding bravery. He had captured nine terrorists and a cache of mortar bombs, rockets and bullets in a raid on a suspected al-Qaeda stronghold in Afghanistan. The young Marine broke into the terrorist compound, near the Pakistan border, and took the men prisoner without firing a single shot.
But it was revealed yesterday that Mr Armstrong, now working as a tracklayer for a railway company, has decided to put his award for bravery up for sale to help guarantee a financial future for his long-term partner, Charlene, and two-year-old daughter, Lydia.

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.
They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade.

They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that art was long,
That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.
They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door;
And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four !

They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey;
Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they;
And an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes
The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites."

They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong,
To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song;
And, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed,
A desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade.

They strove to stand to attention, to straighen the toil-bowed back;
They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack;
With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed,
They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade.

The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and "Beggin' your pardon," he said,
"You wrote o' the Light Brigade, sir. Here's all that isn't dead.
An' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell;
For we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an' we thought we'd call an' tell.

"No, thank you, we don't want food, sir; but couldn't you take an' write
A sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight?
We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how?
You wrote we were heroes once, sir. Please, write we are starving now."

The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.
And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."
And he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame,
Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame.

O thirty million English that babble of England's might,
Behold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night;
Our children's children are lisping to "honour the charge they made - "
And we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade!

'The Last of the Light Brigade' was written by Rudyard Kipling to highlight the plight of those who survied the ill-fated Charge of the Light Brigade


No great surprise there, soldiers have been flogging awards since they started to get them. Without that the regimental museums wouldnt have such a good collection.
The fact that the war is still on highlights the fact that soldiers still feel the need to put some cash away for their future.
Admittedly the fact that we treat our exservicemen with complete disregard is nothing new but then as a society we do that to all our our elderly including our own!

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