This brings me pride to be British. I wish their souls good tidings in the kingdom of heaven.

I wonder what Tennyson would have made of WW1 and 2, eh! History repeating itself! Constantly. 😔🙏

Eines der anrührensten Gedichte, die ich je las. In meiner eigenen deutschen Geschichte kenne ich eigentlich nur einen Vorgang, der an Tragik mit dem Charge of the Light Brigade vergleichbar wäre: den Sturm der jungen Kriegsfreiwilligen bei Langemarck 1914.

This feels like a dr. Seuss story

Remember Europe's Legacy

"The mighty war horse fell before the man did"

Very sad story. But a great one

Seen this in so many American movies I had no Idea it was British.

That is one of the most powerful pieces of artwork I have ever seen . I’m equally deeply proud and totally devastated . They died true heroes, but they could have lived to fight another day …. So many brave warriors sacrificed by privileged morons.

I attended a dressmaking college years ago. A lady who was there had vivid dreams about this, she had memory and said she was in this. I just remembered....

And sadly this practice of incompetent leadership is still very much alive within the military today as it was back then.

Great visual for the poem. Adding Roy's final speech after the poem would've been the cherry on top.

The poem and the popular history make it sound like the brigade was wiped out. In reality, of the 670 who charged, 110 were killed and another 161 wounded. Heavy casualties to be sure, but not the slaughter implied by the poem.

FUTILITY! THAT IS ME! I'm 32 Years Old, profoundly physically handicapped, being blind, tube fed, on a ventilator, and due to my life in the hospital, I've always had an interest in the medical field. I've always wanted to be a perfusionist, but with all my medical equipment, and being pretty much blind, I can't do nice jobs like that. I can't be a Respiratory Therapist, and you know, to be a Respiratory Therapist, or ESPECIALLY, a Perfusionist, would be A DREAM COME TRUE! Well, there are medical simulators online that Perfusionists can use to practice putting a patient on Cardiopulmonary Bypass, or Extra-Corporeal Membrane Oxygen, better known as ECMO. Well these simulators cost a lot, and I don't have that type of money, yet I've spent years and years in textbooks, and online thoroughly studying the guidelines for caring for a patient on Cardiopulmonary Bypass, or on ECMO, and I would want nothing more but to practice, what I've known for years, and I've asked countless companies with these simulators, but they want the Money, and they don't understand, that I'm never going to be able to work in a hospital setting, and do what I would love to do so much. I mean COME ON. I'm not mentally challenged. I've got a GREAT brain, but just can't physically work in a hospital. AT LEAST LET USE A MEDICAL SIMULATOR THAT IS ONLINE, that I could use so well. But NO! They want the Money! My Friend Bryan who's a Perfusionist is working on trying to get me access to a state of the art simulator, but I've got a strong feeling, I'll get turned down again. The people at that company are not friendly people, and the CEO, I don't even want to go into detail about him. He thinks I'm crazy. He thinks that it's crazy for someone to want to work on a simulator for Cardiopulmonary Bypass, or ECMO, just because I'm blind! So after over fifteen years of working my butt off to try to accomplish getting access to a cardiopulmonary Bypass Simulator, I think I've hit a brick wall, and I'm working with FUTILITY! I've called companies, explained the whole situation, explained that IF I COULD WORK ON a Cardiopulmonary Bypass Machine, or an ECMO machine, in a real hospital, I CERTAINLY WOULD, but I'm handicapped! So, that's not gonna happen! I've exhausted ALL EFFORTS! We're talking FUTILITY HERE!

I translated the to potuguese and with the help of 2 friends I edited an epic vídeo, despite the language I guess you can follow the verses by the interpretation and the sound effects. I took me some 15 hours to edit 3 minutes, I would say it has the quality of a movie trailer. But it got no views, brazilians dont feed insterest for that kind of content and I would be surprised to know someone ever heard about Lord Tenysson, or the poem itself. I would apreciate a visit and a feedback, here on the coment or in the video coment. I got more translated poems, maybe im working for the wrong audience. Depending on the feedback, if some good harted is reading, I may work on english content. And even bringing some pure gold of portuguese poems, like from Fernando Pessoa. The video of the "The Charge of The Light Brigade" right below, read by a professional actor, André Leão, friend of mine, if the video dont get you spine chilling, come back and call me gaudy hahaha kzbin.info/www/bejne/r4rXq2Nnq852fLc

Epic Poem, and yet so contemporaneous. The Victorian poem and the divine gift of the making words inspire and move men 150 years after the event, despite so few decades make a praise for this poem too premature compared to the lifetime of a masterpiece. Even if one day gifted wisemen good will and a pen dont walk among mortals anymore, as long as there are men able to distinguish and to value the gift of wisdom, fine sensoperception, and extraordinary capacity to leave the exactly intended message, no more than countless perspectives of the art of being alive. And the message that I can see here is: "Certainly the life is painful, unfare, and the end can be unforgiving for those who depart. And those who remain taste the hell when beloved ones depart too soon, always. If you think such suffering taste like hell, imagine to live a life where nobody misses you. And if life is pain, now those you loved are in peace live the pain and make shure the others know that if there's one reason to inspire your life is to honor their memory, and the only way is inspiring others, people are inspired by acts of vitue, the problem is that some ocasions demands you make it clear if your life is your is your most precious belonging or just the instrument to honor and protect what really worth. "Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,- One equal temper of heroic hearts," Lord Tennysson

I am indian I can sing this poem just like a song. But your voice is noce❤

Omg I had never thought to pair this peom with Tunnel Blanket. I knew of both, but never put them together. There's no song that better fits the poem, hearing this pairing now, I know that much.

C'est magnifique mais ce n'est pas la guerre, c'est de la folie - Pierre Bosquet, French general while seeing the charge 'It is magnificent, but it is not war, it is madness'

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I am a sri lankan, we have a competition in our country and I need to read this, I am also participating in the competition, I was very touched when I heard that this is very meaningful and beautiful. ❤❤

and now Palestinians are being slaughtered by the Nazi Jews

In a similar legend creation, covering the incompetence of their leaders I suggest looking at the volunteers of Langemark. “When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn”

Lions led by donkey

Thank you, this reading brought so much clarity to the poem. I then went to read it myself and found myself in tears by the end. True bravery

I 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. II “Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. III Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. IV Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wondered. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. V Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. VI When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!

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Imagine officers purchasing their commissions back in those days. What do you expect?

"ALAS ALAS THE CHARIOTS OF GOD AND THE HORSEMEN THEREOF "!

Can never mistake Richard Burtons voice

Pov you misclicked on a german tank division in 1941 in hoi4

Considering the absolutely disgraceful odds they were fighting against, when I actually read about the battle, I was surprised to find that some riders actually survived, a good half of them. Considering the bloodshed that was the Crimean War, it's a miracle they didn't get literally annihilated. Though, one might consider that bad decisions and tactics weren't a privilege of british and french commanders. Russia did its best to match their ineptitude

I aint hearin that my duty is to do or die NON-SENSE all I know in my mans military if your own officer corps didnt fire you for incompetence the Lance Corporal Underground would get your azz all i would say is "well sir that officer aint around no more cuz the enemy fragged him"

2024

My Mom could recite that word for word.

Who won?

I only know this from Star Trek... Beautiful.

they died so we could live

İnanmak istediğinize...

This poem celebrates the bravery and dedication to duty of the ordinary, anonymous cavalrymen who fell that day, who, all things considered were not so ordinary after all.

Did anybody notice how "half a league half a league half a league onward" sounds like horses galloping? This poem is FIRE AF.

It was ever thus. Soldiers and citizens Ordered into our valley of daily death By status undeserving and unearned.

Studied this in school today, it was in when the wind blows

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put a hand ✋if ur watching this for tomorrow exam

They did wrong but there bravely and the fact that they made it somewhat easier for the heavy cavalry

The Last of the Light Brigade (Rudyard Kipling, 1890) 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 straighten 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. They sent a cheque to the felon that sprang from an Irish bog; They healed the spavined cab-horse; they housed the homeless dog; And they sent (you may call me a liar), when felon and beast were paid, A cheque, for enough to live on, to the last of the Light Brigade. 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!

Fuck off YouTuibe.

Honour the charge they made, honour the Light Brigade