All these decades upon decades later, all the battles and suffering born by soldiers, sailors and airmen.........and still those who served and fought are not treated with the help they need.
The modern insistence that we judge our ancestors using current standards cannot crush the beauty, wisdom and, indeed, relevance of one of the truly great poets of the English language.
@יונתן זנטון over here he's more of an absentee father. While I never faced the streets, I know many who did. On one hand I was lucky, I come from a family of military back 1000yrs and some so I never had to deal with coming back to a family that didn't understand the cost you still pay even after you leave service. In others I was not so lucky.
Lighthouses are the safe net of the sea. To see one ahead in the sea is a sure sign there are signs of life again. Forever may the peaceful🕊 journey lay ahead. Akee Shahen Kenwa. 🦅 🦋🌳🌼🕊 Beautifully Amazing. Peace & ♡Love♡ All, Blessings All.
Too bloody right. In 1918, it was a land fit for heroes, you know, tuberculosis, 10 to a room, no work ,no pay, just don't die on the street and inconvenience your 'betters'.It was so bad ,that in 1940, the germans couldn't believe how small and puny the Brits were. And it's still happening in Britain.
When the Boer War started many young men tried to join up to fight. I am sure I read that seven out of ten were not fit for service. This prompted a survey on the health of the nation. It was so poor due to industrialisation that the report was kept secret for seventy five years.
This resonates painfully so for me. Some of us just need others to speak on any of the wonders we endure and feats we claim. Some of us can only listen to echoes of our thoughts on the lips of an other not the same. For news and word and parchment delivered through all matter of rain, I keep ears alight, head craned for word of change.
Kipling showed the cruelty of that world as it really was, no one took notice, but we cry century's later to those men. But still allow war to be glorified today, mothers loose children to Palimentarians who justify their sacrifice in the name of God. I find it shocking, war still exists.
Lesser-known perhaps. But, definitely not lesser. Kipling was absolutely flawless in his craftsmanship here. Meter and rhyme perfect. It’s power to evoke strong emotion in the listener is also absolutely undiminished. Granted, it’s a lot more powerful when you are familiar with Tenison’s Charge of the Light Brigade it’s based on and more powerful still when you are familiar with the Crimean War. But, I would never called this a lesser poem.
@@philomelodia I agree. It does have a Tennyson ring to it and I am sure that was deliberate. I love The Charge of The Light Brigade by Tennyson (and the Charge of the Heavy Brigade) and I love this one too.
"... to keep the wolf from the door ..." What was very wrong about all this in the first place, is that they travelled thousands of miles away from the doors of their homes to the bear's lair door to knock on it with their spears. And got the reception they deserved. Personally they were brave soldiers and heroes loyally serving their queen, but the cause they sacrificed their lives for was totally wrong.
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 600
The light brigade were no theives. I won't pretend the British intervened in the Crimean War out of the goodness of their hearts but the Russians where the aggressors in that war. Furthermore on paper Britain got nothing out of it- or any of the blokes that had to fight through it except a pat on the back and another war to go fight.
All these decades upon decades later, all the battles and suffering born by soldiers, sailors and airmen.........and still those who served and fought are not treated with the help they need.
It's damnable. I hate this fact. Our guys still need ammunition, though in form of food, money, and other help rather than bullets and shells.
"We were heroes once, sir … we are starving now"
and here is why you're starving old soldier, you got had mate. You got done over and here is the bill. www.realhistorychan.com/the-bad-war-ww-2.html
Kipling my very favourite author/writer/poet. Wish I could have met him. Maybe I will.
Not a lot has changed. "Tommy this and Tommy that and chuck him out the brute, but it's thin red line of heroes when the guns begin to shoot"
Soldiers love him. They adore the man. To hear them tell it, he’s probably one of the very few if not the only poet that understands them.
The modern insistence that we judge our ancestors using current standards cannot crush the beauty, wisdom and, indeed, relevance of one of the truly great poets of the English language.
A man of his time. He was in many ways the first 'super star' of literature.
long live legend Rudyard Kipling
"You wrote we was heroes once, sir. Please write, we are starving now."
Hurts me dear
Men I am not even english yet this made me just on the verge of tear. I guess this is just the common story no matter where or when
I guess veterans get the same deal no matter what country they serve
@יונתן זנטון over here he's more of an absentee father.
While I never faced the streets, I know many who did. On one hand I was lucky, I come from a family of military back 1000yrs and some so I never had to deal with coming back to a family that didn't understand the cost you still pay even after you leave service. In others I was not so lucky.
one of my alltime favourites, thnx
HOMELESS HUNGRY BROKE AND ALONE.....MY GOD 💜
o how history repeats its self, Dear Lord God in heaven please spare us of these buffoons in wef monster Amen.🙏
The same for the sailors after the Armada, the soldiers after Waterloo nor homes for heroes after the trenches of the Great War.
I love your channel! Thanks for bringing these treasures on to a new "deathless" medium. Keep it up!
Classic and moving
+Jason Gruhn "...we leave to the streets and the workhouse, the last of the Light Brigade" - an eternal recurrence? At least a memento mori.
Lighthouses are the safe net of the sea. To see one ahead in the sea is a sure sign there are signs of life again. Forever may the peaceful🕊 journey lay ahead. Akee Shahen Kenwa. 🦅 🦋🌳🌼🕊 Beautifully Amazing. Peace & ♡Love♡ All, Blessings All.
Too bloody right. In 1918, it was a land fit for heroes, you know, tuberculosis, 10 to a room, no work ,no pay, just don't die on the street and inconvenience your 'betters'.It was so bad ,that in 1940, the germans couldn't believe how small and puny the Brits were. And it's still happening in Britain.
When the Boer War started many young men tried to join up to fight. I am sure I read that seven out of ten were not fit for service. This prompted a survey on the health of the nation. It was so poor due to industrialisation that the report was kept secret for seventy five years.
Not ashamed to say this made me cry (as it does every time) cause nothing has changed...stop when you see a uniform
You read it beautifully
Thank you - always nice to be appreciated
Very moving & very tragic 2 return from war/battle 2 face hunger & the workhouse
sadly in england little changes
@@terrymccarron3515 living on the streets is the modern day workhouse. For many, many veterans
Mmmm, a great piece so well read.
This resonates painfully so for me. Some of us just need others to speak on any of the wonders we endure and feats we claim. Some of us can only listen to echoes of our thoughts on the lips of an other not the same. For news and word and parchment delivered through all matter of rain, I keep ears alight, head craned for word of change.
Sounds like the current day... veterans homeless on the streets
Truer words,wre never never spoken.But if you have paddled across the channel to safety (from France?) ,then it,s a different story.
Sadly true. Met a few ex servicemen on the streets in Glasgow.
How true. Is it any different now?
Omg you moved me
FINISH WINDS OF WINTER GEORGE!
Pardon!
@@justsoverse wrong video, I think
there were no goblins in the light brigade
Kipling showed the cruelty of that world as it really was, no one took notice, but we cry century's later to those men. But still allow war to be glorified today, mothers loose children to Palimentarians who justify their sacrifice in the name of God. I find it shocking, war still exists.
Sadly, nothing has changed.
Must be one of Kipling's lesser poems, I've never heard it before
Lesser-known perhaps. But, definitely not lesser. Kipling was absolutely flawless in his craftsmanship here. Meter and rhyme perfect. It’s power to evoke strong emotion in the listener is also absolutely undiminished. Granted, it’s a lot more powerful when you are familiar with Tenison’s Charge of the Light Brigade it’s based on and more powerful still when you are familiar with the Crimean War. But, I would never called this a lesser poem.
@@philomelodia I agree. It does have a Tennyson ring to it and I am sure that was deliberate. I love The Charge of The Light Brigade by Tennyson (and the Charge of the Heavy Brigade) and I love this one too.
"... to keep the wolf from the door ..."
What was very wrong about all this in the first place, is that they travelled thousands of miles away from the doors of their homes to the bear's lair door to knock on it with their spears. And got the reception they deserved. Personally they were brave soldiers and heroes loyally serving their queen, but the cause they sacrificed their lives for was totally wrong.
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 600
Russian Artillery...!
Same old story every where
Garbage.
The thiefs are hungry ?
The light brigade were no theives. I won't pretend the British intervened in the Crimean War out of the goodness of their hearts but the Russians where the aggressors in that war. Furthermore on paper Britain got nothing out of it- or any of the blokes that had to fight through it except a pat on the back and another war to go fight.
JUST SO LOVELY I LOVE THIS XX