- published: 28 Apr 2016
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A corps ( /ˈkɔər/ "core"; the plural is spelled the same as singular but pronounced /ˈkɔərz/ "cores"; from French, from the Latin corpus "body") is either a large formation, or an administrative grouping of troops within an armed force with a common function such as Artillery or Signals representing an arm of service. Corps may also refer to a branch of service such as the United States Marine Corps, the Corps of Royal Marines, the Honourable Corps of Gentlemen at Arms, or the Corps of Commissionaires.
The military term was subsequently adopted for public service organizations with a paramilitary command structure, volunteer public service organizations, such as the Peace Corps, various ambulance corps, some NGOs, and other civic volunteer organizations. Due to this use of the term, it has also spread to some other civic or volunteer organizations that lack the paramilitary structure.
In many armies, a corps is a battlefield formation composed of two or more divisions, and typically commanded by a lieutenant general. During World War I and World War II, due to the large scale of combat, multiple corps were combined into armies which then formed into army groups. In Western armies with numbered corps the number is often indicated in Roman numerals (e.g., XX Corps).
And I'm learning how to fight
Kissing you goodnight
But I still can't really tell you why I'm blue
And I'm learning how to fight
Kissing you goodnight
And the reasons you'll never really find
You took me out to breakfast
I guess that means that's better
But in your room I still know what to do...
And now I know I've got to
Do all these things without you
Although I don't need a clue
It still tells me what to do, yeah!
And I'm learning how to fight
Kissing you goodnight
But I still can't really tell you why I'm blue
And I'm learning how to fight
Kissing you goodnight
And the reasons you'll never really find
You took me out in the night too
I'd have to see what I'd do
Because when I do it, then we do it all!
Because that's what I'm like with you
And now I know you've gone home
Back to wherever you came from
And all I've got is a song
On a record I don't even own, aaaah!
And I'm learning how to fight
Kissing you goodnight
But I still can't really tell you
Bout my bruise
And I'm learning how to fight
Kissing you goodnight
And the reasons you'll never really fi-i-ind