This is my 600th post. No, that's a lie it is post 604. So here is a poem about the 600. Random and, perhaps, a little obscure now. But, as I have been feeling decidedly antimilitaristic of late I thought I would share it with you. My father took me to see the 1968 film version (it made quite an impression on me). CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE 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...
It's like you got yesterday, today and tomorrow, all in the same room. There's no telling what can happen.