My dear Comrade Z mentioned in a comment further down. That we'd be better off downing gin'n tonics at the club in some old sultry Brit Imperial outpost.
Gazing at a Royal Navy cruiser in the bay, and singing of the green fields of old Blighty.
Such historically oppressive remembrances are somehow compelling. As compared with the Dark-verse hell in which we survive,...just.
In the face of actual death I have a need for hope song, and dreams.
"Come ye Back to Mandalay,....where the old flotilla lay."
"Can't you see the flying fish sailing from Rangoon to Mandalay....."
"Oh the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells they say,....come you back you British soldier come ye back to Mandalay!"
"Come,...ye,....back! ...to Mandalay." ......"
Mind you being a Wog I'd never be let into the Club much less the Royal Navy of the time.
Still fantasy is pretty much all we have left. So I'll rewrite Imperial history, and have it diversity friendly.
Especially Queer friendly what with them Royal Navy Boys, and their interest in the local Native lads.
"Oh come ye back to Mandalay,......."
Yes by Zeus, back to Mandalay! Hang the blighters, we’ll build our *own* club, to which we’ll invite the local Native lads. The RN will be livid with envy.
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Indeed they will!
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