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To: epicure who wrote (9375)	7/24/2006 8:38:00 AM
From: goldworldnet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14758

War is always tragic for those killed, maimed, or emotionally broken by it, but there are far too many who believe the warrior deserves their fate for taking a path some consider foolish. * * *

To: epicure who wrote (9375)	7/24/2006 3:44:47 PM
From: J. C. Dithers	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14758

I enjoyed Gallipoli. It has an antiwar POV, but then it also has Mel Gibson. I see your point that this was a fiasco that wasted lives. Remember Balaclava? That was a waste, too Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 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: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & 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 & 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 & Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke, Shatter'd & 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 & 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! Perhaps Tennyson would have been better advised to write a political polemic against British meddling and blundering. Or maybe he just couldn't get that material to work.