GypsyGoldAu said:And a personal favorite.. " If It Is To Be....It Is Up To Me!!"
GGA
Howd your Amway pyramid go mate? LolAg Man said:GypsyGoldAu said:And a personal favorite.. " If It Is To Be....It Is Up To Me!!"
GGA
AHGGGG! That reminds me of some Amway tape I had many moons ago!
AtomRat said:Howd your Amway pyramid go mate? Lol
RoflAg Man said:AtomRat said:Howd your Amway pyramid go mate? Lol
THAT is a funny quote in itself
If you were asking if I dared to "dream" & actually retired at 30?
The answer is NO.
"showing the plan..." OMG - brain scar!
Back on topic...
G0lddigg@ said:"Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die"
or as one of my former employers used to say "its not for you to wonder why its just for you to do or die" slight variation
Formerly a poem "The Charge of the Light Brigade" By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
the poem was written shortly after Alfred read an account of The Charge of the Light Brigade which was a charge of British light cavalry led by Lord Cardigan against Russian forces during the Battle of Balaclava on 25 October 1854 in the Crimean War. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade
I
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.
II
Forward, the Light Brigade!
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!
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