Así quedó el Valle de la Muerte en Crimea después de la famosa carga de caballería inglesa (sí, es la foto del año 1855). Esas cosas redondas por el suelo son balas de cañón. El fotógrafo es Roger Fenton, más fotos suyas en http://www.loc.gov/rr/print/coll/251_fen.html
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THE CHARGE OF THE LIGTH 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
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's 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 turn'd 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 wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Otra cosa no sé, pero lo que es convertir desastres idiotas, en gloriosas gestas, lo saben hacer MUY bien los hijos de la grandisima... Bretaña.
Saluditos
¡Jesús!
Y lo peor es que a nadie se le ocurrió fusilar a los mandos...
Todo lo entusiata que soy de Fenton
(en mi furgoneta llevo un retrato de su "Phoptographic Van"), no lo soy de la guerra moderna que nació, justamente, en Crimea. Sobre ella es muy recomendable leer el capítulo que le dedica el clásico ensayo de N.Dixon "Sobre la psicología de la incompetencia militar".
Bello bloc el vuestro!
Jordi
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