5. The Belle-Aire Letters: King of Battle – Steel Dragons Fiery Breath

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Brother Infantry, you are safe one more night!

Do not get angry at this writing. It is after all King of Battles great honour to serve you when you call. Every infantryman brought home safely, to family and hearth, is the Artilleryman’s glory, earned.

Originally posted on Knights O' Quill:

Dear Rose,

Is it melancholia or militaires deathe grippen of mind numbing idiocy that afflicts me in this wasteland of endless, useless formations punctuated with officers monotone, senseless speak, regurgitated from some clusters of oak leaves or stars above. I cannot help but think this has been the complaint of many soldiers from the first army that stood in formation.

Oh Rose, why must they think us less capable, making us equal with the Queen of Battle?

From great apes and humans grossly engaged in bodily movements is the language of the infantryman formed. I tell you Rose, by Saint Barbara, there is greater dignity for the Artilleryman to be found mucking stalls, attending the horses, staining our skin with paint and grease, bathing with our cold tube of steel in solvent, maintaining our sanity, than to speak the language of the infantry or stand in one more formation just…

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4. The Belle-Aire Letters: Militaire Threadbare

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Politicians, Generals with your Lords of Greed, my sworn oath of Volens et Potens could no longer serve you. Dishonour you offer the gods of war, blood and sacrifice the faceless masses to bear. No more crossing swords nor battling hordes for western-civilizations sake. Not The Barbarians but The Savages inside The Gates.

Originally posted on Knights O' Quill:

Dear Rose,

Long days, dark longer nights under Militaire Threadbare; six hour journey by carriage always returned me to saving loves grace, embrace; hours later whisked away by carriage for Militaire Threadbared return.

Those overbearingly assuming whom lay claim to know me best, familial relations always get it wrong, would credit my meetings with John, Clive and George for my staked out agreement with Wilfrid’s, whom I just met. dulce et decorum est pro patria mori; but only us three know your saving love set me free.

I never abandoned my Brothers-in-Arms, still not this day, life in Militaire Threadbare I certainly could not stay. In my youth I bought the lie for King and Country, oh what a glorious death! No to die for my brothers, only a handful could ever I call true and You!

Again I return to my paradigm, time and history have proven: The…

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3. The Belle-Aire Letters: Dear Rose, Nothing is as We Imagined

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Oh Rose, the answer is quite shocking to me!

–Excerpt from The Belle-Aire Letters Author Unknown

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Dear Rose,

Although parted, never departed, per our conversations and previous correspondence. Jim wrote of this, not pharmacia as the faceless masses suppose. Oh that immortal fate would turn to our favour once again. Perhaps that is just a selfish dream, better never to bear witness for your sake.

Rose, I must at once provide another admission of fault. As nothing is as we imagined in our relationship even more so is my culpability on matters of western-civilization. With all of my university hall lectures, Cafe Continental bohemian public discourse sessions, newspaper-magazine articles, essays and squired speeches; only in the tightest of close-knit circles of trusted comrades did I dare allude to The Savages.

There is a definitive historical distinction between The Barbarian and The Savage. The Barbarian found in the lore of Norse, Celt, Germanic, Olde English, French and the Cossacks. Acknowledged for their centrality of Warfare and Virility…

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When Crossing the Niemen, River By Harry Shaw

When crossing the Niemen, River

By Harry Shaw
Bandera, Texas
20 November, 2014

And thus, the wise men say:

“When crossing the Niemen, River
It is best to be sure that fortune,
And, the Russian Winter,
Are on your side.”

Long before the coin toss at the Rubicon,
Hannibal and his elephants crossed the Alps.
The victory at Cannae could count little,
To what was lost in those wintry Alpen passes.

The crystalline hosts of winter sayeth,
This one thing: “Achieve me, you may;
Ignore me at your peril.”
Destiny favors those who provide.

The fire that Prometheus stole,
Was worth far more than gold,
Against the fickle hosts of winter’s cold.
The campfires of armies are where my stories are told.

In our youth we called your friend.
Long in tooth, we call you foe.
Swift, silent, and deadly.
Unconquered by men.

We were there at Valley Forge!
Before Von Steuben could make the Army.
In the crimson stained footprints of winter,
I marked time, and, tested the mettle of a Revolution.

“O Lord Save Thy People!”
And that terrible battle before Moscow!
Borodino paled against the eventual retreat, in the snow,
As Russian serfs picked over the corpses of the Grande Armée.

At Wounded Knee I witnessed the shame of a nation.
Chief Bigfoot frozen stiff in the snow.
Twenty Medals of Honor to Custer’s old command,
For killing women and children and old men.

At Ypres in 1914, I witnessed the Christmas Truce.
Where the blood of embattled foes stemmed briefly,
Between the trenches in “No Man’s Land.” Alas!
The Generals soon redoubled the strategy of slaughter naively.

Summer’s swift advance across the vast Ukrainian Plains
Was met with disaster at Stalingrad in winter.
Starvation, death, disease and defeat were my accompaniment,
As Paulus led the once mighty Wehrmacht in surrender.

Peiper’s Panzers move toward Antwerp in winter,
And, bear down on the Battling Bastards of Bastogne
General Von Lüttwitz sends an ultimatum to surrender,
An airborne trooper’s answer was: “Nuts!”

The first great lie of the American Art of War,
Is: “Home by Christmas.” Back home,
Tables are always set with religious devotion.
Instead, the dead, were laid in frozen tombs at the Chosin.

On wintry chords,
My Anthems howl across history.
Liberty is often won and lost,
Only when winter is paid it’s due.

And thus, the wise men say:
“When crossing the Niemen, River
It is best to be sure that fortune,
And, the Russian Winter,
Are on your side.”

 

 

 

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On Aug. 20, 1882, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky introduced his “1812 Overture,” which commemorated Russia’s defeat of Napoleon, at the 1882 Moscow Exhibition.
 

 

 

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Yi Yook-sa’s poems published in English [Reprint The Korea Herald]

During his short life, Yi Yook-sa (1904-44), a Korean poet and independence activist, composed only about 40 poems. Yet his compelling poems, written during the darkest period of modern Korean history, captured the heroic spirit of the Korean people’s resistance and the nationalist movement against Japanese colonial rule.

“The Vertex” is an anthology of 36 of Yi’s poems, in both Korean and English, compiled and translated by Lee Sung-il, a professor emeritus of English literature at Yonsei University.

“The Vertex: Poems of Yi Yook-sa” translated by Lee Sung-il. (Somyong Publishing Company). Article Source: The Korea Herald, By Ahn Sung-mi (sahn@heraldcorp.com)
“The Vertex: Poems of Yi Yook-sa” translated by Lee Sung-il. (Somyong Publishing Company). Article Source: The Korea Herald, By Ahn Sung-mi (sahn@heraldcorp.com)

The title comes from Yi’s 1940 poem of the same name, which was translated by Lee’s late father Lee In-soo and published in 1947 in The Seoul Times, an English newspaper at which he was serving as editor.

The 36 poems, including three composed in Chinese, were all written during the last 10 years of Yi’s life ― his most politically active years, when he was working as a journalist and publishing both poems and critical essays.

During Yi’s tumultuous life, he was arrested and imprisoned a number of times for political reasons. In 1927, Yi was involved in the bombing of the Daegu branch of the Choseon Bank ― a channel for economic exploitation of Korea by the Japanese ― and was arrested and spent 18 months in prison. He went on to adopt his prisoner number, 264 (pronounced “yi yook sa” in Korean), as his pen name.

Lee Sung-il describes the late poet as a man of the pen and the sword whose poetry was “an intense expression of his passion for his native land, beauty and truth, and life itself.”

Though he was a political activist, his poetry was not a vehicle for his political thoughts, said Lee: “On the contrary, poetry often provided him with moments of temporary relief from the pressing thoughts of politics.”

Lee has translated numerous pieces of Korean poetry, both modern and classical, into English, including Yi’s. He took the helm of this project to commemorate the 70th anniversary of Yi’s death and 110th anniversary of his birth, while introducing Yi’s poems to a global readership.

This anthology has personal meaning for Lee, as “The Vertex” ― the poem his father translated ― was included as the first poem in the book, while Lee’s son Lee Soo-young designed the cover, making it a three-generation project.

Article Source:

Yi Yook-sa’s poems published in English

By Ahn Sung-mi (sahn@heraldcorp.com)

The Korea Herald

Published : 2014-11-19

http://www.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=20141119000783

Chosen Soldiers Live Free! Fiery Furnace

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13 Then Nebuchadnezzar in his rage and fury commanded to bring Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. Then they brought these men before the king.

14 Nebuchadnezzar spake and said unto them, Is it true, O Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, do not ye serve my gods, nor worship the golden image which I have set up?

15 Now if ye be ready that at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, and all kinds of musick, ye fall down and worship the image which I have made; well: but if ye worship not, ye shall be cast the same hour into the midst of a burning fiery furnace; and who is that God that shall deliver you out of my hands?

16 Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, answered and said to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this…

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Son calls famous atheist Madalyn O’Hair “evil”

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Madalyn Murray O’Hair (1919–1995), who was baptized a Presbyterian as a child, was an American atheist activist. She founded American Atheist Magazine and the organization American Atheists, and was the organization’s official president 1963-1986 and its de facto president 1986-1995.

O’Hair is best known for the Murray v. Curlett lawsuit, which led to a landmark 8-1 Supreme Court ruling ending official Bible-reading in American public schools in 1963. A year before, in 1982, prayer in schools other than Bible-readings had already been ended by the Court’s ruling in Engel v. Vitalein which the Court ruled that the sanctioning of a prayer by the school amounted to a violation of the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment to the United States Constitution, which states, “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion.”

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Justice Potter Stewart was the lone dissenter from the 1963 Supreme Court ruling…

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