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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: epicure who wrote (91672)	12/17/2004 10:23:59 PM
From: coug	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

I don't know for sure i, But IF there is such a thing as a favorite "war" poem I have to stick with the 'ALT' classic. To me these FIVE LINES says it all: ""Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die:"" <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> FROM::: The Charge Of The Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854.. Written 1854 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 Some one 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. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And NOT many has learned a DAMNED THING for 150 years. So why should I expect them now.. :( And cherry picking two more memorable lines.. ""Some one had blunder'd: .."" ""All the world wonder'd.."" What can I say? Except it happened on my birthday, 150 years ago.... October 25... Maybe I was there? I don't know.. Maybe that is why I know the futility of this war and ALL wars? And am frustrated because SO FEW have learned SO LITTLE about war since then.... I JUST don't know.... m

To: epicure who wrote (91672)	12/17/2004 11:59:05 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Thank you, Ionesco. That is a beautiful poem, and the movie looks really interesting as well. I printed it out to add to my list. We would have to rent the beach house for a month to see all of the movies I have printed out reminders of! I am not sure how I will manage that. It is a little hard to tell from the movie blurb--is it World War I or II? My grandfather spent World War I in the trenches of France, and somehow thought a tiny little girl sitting in his lap would enjoy his war stories. I think now that he didn't have anyone else to tell them--we spent all our time together. He was not seriously injured, but was shell shocked and had a horrible time. I think he enjoyed the camaraderie in the trenches a little bit, which I guess is the only good thing you can bring home from a war--the memories of that shared experience. He smoked a pipe and his ashtray was a brass shell casing that he picked up in the trenches and brought home as a souvenir. It was about eight inches across and weighed about fifteen pounds. I still have it--it is all my memories of him, sitting on all the coffee tables of my life, with those tall stacks of books.