Anonymous ID: b06e1b Feb. 26, 2022, 8:21 a.m. No.15729015   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>9032

>>15728912

and this is Bob in Florida

you can find me anywhere online as @WorldEarth

I expose liar cheats & thieves since Ron Paul 2007 MySpace

 

I dont care what you do, I care that kids & newfags are being lied to by someone in a position of trust

 

you are no better than DS or MSM, just not as brazen

 

carry on doing what you do, its your life

but i know for a fact it wont end well as a direct reaction to today

 

>>15729001

dont change the problem alinsky

its about you cheating

i dgaf about digits

Anonymous ID: b06e1b Feb. 26, 2022, 8:30 a.m. No.15729083   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>15728958

>>15729010

>>15729054

1854 Crimean War.

 

The Charge of the Light Brigade

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

 

I

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

 

โ€œForward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!โ€ he said.

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

 

II

โ€œForward, the Light Brigade!โ€

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!