And for a bit of a change, here are extracts from two of Kipling's best that seem appropriate to recall today. The first is from Ubique, which is about the gunners in South Africa, while the second is from the unofficial gunner anthem, the Screw Guns.
Ubique means that warnin' grunt the perished linesman knows,
When o'er 'is strung an' sufferin' front the shrapnel sprays 'is foes;
An' as their firin' dies away the 'usky whisper runs
From lips that 'aven't drunk all day: "The Guns! Thank Gawd, the Guns!"
For you all love the screw-guns -- the screw-guns they all love you!
So when we call round with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do -- hoo! hoo!
Jest send in your Chief an' surrender -- it's worse if you fights or you runs:
You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, but you don't get away from the guns!
And Happy St Barbara's Day to our Sapper comrades in arms too!