A general officer is an officer of high rank in the army, and in some nations' air forces or marines.
The term "general" is used in two ways: as the generic title for all grades of general officer and as a specific rank. It originates in the 16th century, as a shortening of captain general, which rank was taken from Middle French capitaine général. The adjective general had been affixed to officer designations since the late medieval period to indicate relative superiority or an extended jurisdiction.
Today, the title of "General" is known in some countries as a four-star rank. However different countries use different systems of stars for senior ranks. It has a NATO code of OF-9 and is the highest rank currently in use in a number of armies.
The various grades of general officer are at the top of the military rank structure. Lower-ranking officers in land-centric military forces are typically known as field officers or field-grade officers, and below them are company-grade officers.
Generals is the second studio album by the indie pop band The Mynabirds. The album was released on June 5, 2012.
All songs written by Laura Burhenn, except for where noted.
"Generals" was a single by The Damned, released in 1982 on [Bronze Records]].
Like its parent album, it featured increased experimentatiob, with a piano-led sound and the addition of brass to the band's typical punk rock blend. The song followed the thoughtful material on the album, commenting on the true losers in war.
The song was the band's last release on Bronze, who would drop the band when they hit financial difficulties. For their part, The Damned were never happy with the marketing they received, believing the label had no idea how to promote them. It would also be their last release with Paul Gray, who would leave the band on the eve of their 1983 tour.
We'll lead you into victory, you hear the generals say.
Never look behind you, we're with you all the way.
Go to bed early, conserve your energy,
tomorrow we'll be fighting with our enemy.
Polish your boots, clean your gun,
killing those bastards will be a lot of fun.
Take no prisoners, kill them all.
Start to march when you hear the call.
Britain needs you, Britain needs you ..
Britain needs you to die for her.
Marching into victory, marching in the mud.
Fighting for freedom, fighting in th eblood.
There's dead bodies all around, you're told to carry on.
Death is not right, war cannot be won.
March along you see a flash,
fall to the ground and make a splash.
You awake you're lying in the bed,
eyes are shut you think you're dead.
Lost your arm, you've lost your leg,
lost you're job, you'll have to beg.
You'll get loads of sympathy, a picture in the Evening Post.