Not for the usual PC reasons, but because my better half is practising muay Thai on my donkey (as it were). 17th lancers and 54th Hampshire foot have been overrun, 42nd Highlanders are out of ammo, and the rest of my foot are pinned down in square. :(
Following a brief break, the Scots Greys have been overwhelmed by Ansar camel-riders too. Queen Victoria will be getting bad news over Her kippers tomorrow.
Remember that the public don't like 2 disasters in one day, it upsets them over their cornflakes.
IanS
Hmmm, not sounding good for the brave Brits...
Dooooomed! :o
Serves 'em right for sticking their noses in all over the place and leaving us to clear up the mess.
A few shots. The Mahdist morale broke up and they retreated, but leaving an imperial force with no prospect but retreat as well.
The idea was to dismount, shoot up the Fuzzies a bit, then remount and charge. NOT to be charged on foot.
Our right held up well; squares are mundane things, but they held together and caused steady losses. Meanwhile the rough, tough, jolly sailor-men, reeking of rum, tar, and parrots, and rotten with pox and scurvy, broke a critical two Mahdist units.
Lee says she'll remember to keep an infantry reserve to handle squares in future.
Nice shots FK
Quote from: FierceKitty on 22 May 2017, 09:41:33 AM
... practising muay Thai on my donkey...
Sound like something from a rap tune.
Decent looking battle by the way.
Nice piccies !!
Cheers - Phil.
Great looking battle. I hope the result doesn't cause the Empress of India to choke on her toast at breakfast.
To quote Kate Hubbard:
Her breakfasts she would have taken on her own. She had a private dining room close to her bedroom. When Albert was alive, she would have eaten her breakfast with Albert and maybe with one of her children, but probably not, probably just with Albert. She tended to have a very protein-rich breakfast: tongue, fowl they called it -- chicken, kidneys maybe, bacon and eggs, that kind of thing.
Some nice pictures
Take care
Andy
Quote from: mad lemmey on 22 May 2017, 05:35:58 PM
To quote Kate Hubbard:
Her breakfasts she would have taken on her own. She had a private dining room close to her bedroom. When Albert was alive, she would have eaten her breakfast with Albert and maybe with one of her children, but probably not, probably just with Albert. She tended to have a very protein-rich breakfast: tongue, fowl they called it -- chicken, kidneys maybe, bacon and eggs, that kind of thing.
So she liked a bit of tongue with Albert at breakfast ......... hmmmmm.
The desert sand is sodden red
Red with the blood of a square that broke
And the gatling's jammed and the colonel's dead
The river of death has brimmed its banks
And England's far and 'honour' a name
When the voice of the schoolboy steadies the ranks:
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"
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Give 'em the cold steel! Remember they don't like it up 'em Captain Mainwaring!
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A bit missing there....
Quote from: FierceKitty on 26 May 2017, 01:06:10 AM
A bit missing there....
Exactly what I was thinking, something about smoke ... hang on ... And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
Newbolt's poem actually starts with a much more pastoral image, that I find very evocative, but perhaps because I was always found myself roped in to make up the team even though I was hopeless at cricket. Invariably I was last in, and no I never neither reached double figures nor lasted more than three overs.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night—
Ten to make and the match to win—
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
A slight diversion of lyrics...
"The natives are restless tonight, sir
Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight
They need some kind of distraction
We can give them that
'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for
They'd die if they only had something to die for
They'd cheer if they only had something to cheer for
We can give them that
So it's off to war we go (I couldn't believe it)
Bring out all the flags (I never believed it)
Fight the good fight "
Not specifically on-topic but:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Splendid!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=59TiUxX-F1U (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=59TiUxX-F1U)
Excerpt from Billy Joel's "Angry Young Man"
"I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too
I had my pointless point of view
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right
And there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
And he's never been able to learn from mistakes
So he can't understand why his heart always breaks
But his honor is pure and his courage as well
And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man"
:) :) :)
I was older then, but I'm younger than that now ;)