Re: Great Battle Fields to visit...
This thread is way out in left field, but something I'd like to do before I die...again.
I'd like to visit a few of the great battle fields in History, and just stand there and take it all in. Am I going crazy? It is on my mind.
Who wrote this poem? It's not the whole poem, but I liked these versus.
THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, -- but always me.
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I have thought about Normandy, France and the beaches, but I need other ideas. Can anyone make suggestions based on their travels?
When I get there, perhaps I will remember what happened to me.
Later,
bobsled.
This thread is way out in left field, but something I'd like to do before I die...again.
I'd like to visit a few of the great battle fields in History, and just stand there and take it all in. Am I going crazy? It is on my mind.
Who wrote this poem? It's not the whole poem, but I liked these versus.
THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, -- but always me.
-----------
I have thought about Normandy, France and the beaches, but I need other ideas. Can anyone make suggestions based on their travels?
When I get there, perhaps I will remember what happened to me.
Later,
bobsled.






