Charge of The Three Hundred Million

On this day, March 28th in the year1854, Britain & France declared war on Russia over a small area of land which is now part of the southern border of modern day Ukraine, on the Black Sea’s northern coast. The war would become known in the west as the Crimean War.

The Crimean War (October 1853–February 1856) was fought between the Russian Empire on one side and an alliance of the British Empire, French Empire, the Ottoman Empire, the Kingdom of Sardinia, and the Duchy of Nassau on the other. The war was part of a long struggle between the European powers over territories of the Ottoman Empire.

The Crimean War is now considered to be the first modern war. It brought changes which would affect the future course of warfare. It was the first use of tactical warfare, using railways and the telegraph. It is also known for Florence Nightingale who pioneered modern nursing practices while caring for wounded British soldiers and the first to be documented in photographs. But what most people remember about the Crimean War is a famous poem, written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, entitled The Charge of the Light Brigade whose lines have made the charge a symbol of warfare at both its most heroic and it’s most futile.

The Charge of the Light Brigade

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 soldiers knew
  Some one had blunder’d:
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.

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 turned 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!

The Charge of the Light Brigade was a disastrous charge of British cavalry led by Lord Cardigan against Russian forces during the Battle of Balaclava on 25 October 1854 in the Crimean War. 673 men rode into the valley that day and although not completely destroyed, it did suffer terrible losses with 118 men killed, 127 wounded. After regroup, only 195 men were still with horses. About the futility of the action and its reckless bravery, French Marshal Pierre Bosquet said, “C’est magnifique, mais ce n’est pas la guerre.” (“It is magnificent, but it is not war.”) He continued with the phrase in a rarely quoted: “C’est de la folie” — “it is madness.” The Russian commanders are said to have initially believed that the British soldiers must have been drunk.

Another bit of history and Crimea, The Yalta Conference was held there February 4–11, 1945. It was the wartime meeting of the United States, the United Kingdom, and the Soviet Union—President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Prime Minister Winston Churchill, and General Secretary Joseph Stalin, respectively—for the purpose of discussing Europe’s postwar reorganization. It was the second of three wartime conferences among the Big Three. In 1942, U.S. Ambassador to the Soviet Union William Christian Bullitt, Jr.’s thesis prophesied the “flow of the Red amoeba into Europe”. Roosevelt responded to Bullitt, Jr. with a statement summarizing his rationale for war time relations with Stalin: “I just have a hunch that Stalin is not that kind of a man. . . . I think that if I give him everything I possibly can and ask for nothing from him in return, noblesse oblige, he won’t try to annex anything and will work with me for a world of democracy and peace. ”
—Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1943

It seems that the Progressives here in America have always been a harbinger of world problems for a very long time now. Starting with Wilson and Teddy Roosevelt, they have led our nation in appeasement of our enemies and subjugation of the American people at the same time. Each of these three American leaders, Wilson, Roosevelt and Roosevelt were the inspiration to Carter, Clinton and Obama to take more and more of our freedoms, more and more of our land, more and more of our wealth. At the same time they gave everything possible to enemies of the United States of America and the people that live here and that built this nation.

Each one of these American tyrants has saw the American people and America’s Constitution as a roadblock to their own Socialist, Progressive and Statists wants and desires. They use their Bully Pulpit to further the class warfare and governmental hand out of working Americans and give it over to dead beats, illegals and those that want to change our Republic to a wealth distributor to the world. None of these people should have ever been elected to any public office, let alone POTUS. IT is time for this to stop.

Patriots, keep up the fight. Let’s drive them all from office in every election from this point forward. Never give them the reins of power again. Drive them from our schools, local and state governments, and from any elected or appointed office in the American government. Never let them rest. Let them all find real jobs and provide for themselves from now on. Keep up the fight!!!
Half a league on and tho some be dismayed, our victory charge will be made,
into The Valley of Death will ride the three hundred million,
It is ours to make reply, it is ours to reason why, and ours but to do and die,
into the Valley of Death rides the three hundred million.
Cannon to the left, right and cannon behind, stormed at with media shot and yells,
From the mouth of Hell, all that was left of us, the three hundred million.
Before our glory will fade, the world will honor the charge we made,
Honor the noble, The Three Hundred Million Brigade!


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