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06-20-2008, 12:34 AM | #1 |
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June 20, 2008: Balaclava
From Old Picture of the Day blog.
Not the hat/ski mask, the battle at. The battle at Balaclava, during the Crimean war, is remembered as, "The Charge of the Light Brigade". Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. This is an actual photograph, taken in 1854, of one of those 600 cavalry men, prior to the charge.
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06-20-2008, 07:18 AM | #2 |
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I love that Greek pastry too, filo dough and honey, de-lish!
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06-20-2008, 07:58 AM | #3 |
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I'd like to eat the horse too.
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06-20-2008, 08:03 AM | #4 |
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Cool pic. I love those old historical photographs.
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06-20-2008, 08:05 AM | #5 |
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and here i was expecting to see one of these:
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06-20-2008, 08:54 AM | #6 |
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I was confusing my foreign words when I read the title for this thread. I was expecting something like this from "Back in the USSR".
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06-20-2008, 09:02 AM | #7 |
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It's good to remember the Crimean War. It was a nasty war, and we got a lot of good culture from it.
In addition to the referenced poem, we have Florence Nightingale. And Sherlock Holmes (okay, Watson); and The Little Princess. and Black Beauty.
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06-20-2008, 10:42 AM | #8 |
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I hope everyone remembers that the Charge was actually led by Sir Harry Flashman.
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06-20-2008, 10:46 AM | #9 |
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I don't mean to dash your hopes, but I didn't remember that. "Remember" is probably the wrong word, because I don't think I ever knew that in the first place. In fact, I never studied the Crimean war, and I was a history minor in college. The only thing I know about it is the name, that poem, and what I read on Wikipedia today.
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06-20-2008, 10:56 AM | #10 |
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Exactly. The Crimean war is just some vague ancient history, like the War of the Roses, or the Crusades, unless you're a history buff. Tennyson's poem is probably the only connection most people have to that war, and quite possibly, most people don't even make that connection. That's why I was surprised a photograph actually exists of it.
Aw crap, what happened to the date? Can you fix that, Tony?
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06-20-2008, 12:27 PM | #11 |
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Kipling wrote a post script to the charge condemning Britain's treatment of its Crimean war veterans.
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!
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06-20-2008, 12:42 PM | #12 |
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hah! good for you; I thought there was an association with Kipling, but couldn't find it
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Or, Bruce, unless your house had a deck of the Authors card game. It's like Fish, but you are trying to collect all four literary works of a given author, instead of all four suits of a given number or face card. Tennyson was one of the 13 authors. Here one of his cards is seen: I didn't realize he was from Idaho! Tennyson's four works are Crossing the Bar Idylls of the King Charge of the Light Brigade The Brook So, because of the kids' game, you'd notice whenever the historical Charge of the Light Brigade was mentioned, wherever that might be, and take an extra interest in this Crimean War, providing some context for the Charge. Okay: that is, if "you're a history buff." |
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06-20-2008, 11:30 PM | #14 |
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That's where I knew about Tennyson from also, Imigo. I also recently discovered he wrote "The Lady Of Shalot." A very strange poem.
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strange? no stranger than other Victorian poetry, shirley.
. . . okay, okay! I won't call you Shirley!
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