A corps of French Grenadiers, of which the commander’s name was Perer, was exposed to a battery that carried off files at once. Not wishing them to fall back, the officer rode slowly down the front of the line with his snuff-box in his hand and, taking no notice of the bullets, said, “Well, my boys, what’s the matter? Eh, cannon? Well, it kills you, it kills you, that’s all, my boys; march on, and never mind it!”.
(L. Knowles, Minden and the Seven Years War)
And this pretty much sums up my view of military badass with style in the 18th century. I just can’t wait to be king for the moment when I get to write this battle.
Just had one. First little earthquake of 2011 strong enough for me to notice, wow. <- not impressed
Just felt like recording the moment.
@Rai-che: Yup we get a few small ones every year: nothing terrible, just something to make my bookshelves creak even more than they usually do |D I would be much more scared shitless if I had to, say, charge a bunch of Russians at Eylau >_>
1. //: Поехал казак на чужвину далеко, на добром коне, на своем вараном. ://
2. //: Он свою родину на веки спокинул, ему невернуться в родительский дом. ://
3. Напрасно казачка, жена молодая, и утро и вечер на север глядит
Сюждет, поджидает с востоечного края, когда же ее милый казак прилетит.
4. //: Казак умирает, друзьей умоляет, насыпте, насыпте курган в головах. ://
5. //: Поехал казак на чужвину далеко, на добром коне, на своем вараном. ://
Probably the only Russian song I know by words (beside the anthem). It’s about cossack who went to the war on his “good horse” and let his girl waiting at home. Before he died, he asked his fellow cossacks to build a monument “above his head”.
(The picture is my speedy illustration from 2008)
That song is любовь and makes the Russian language nerd inside of me happy beyond words - even though it’s sad like just every song about girls left waiting for their loved ones who went off to war :C
“In the newspapers you read: ‘Peacefully they rest on the spot where they have bled and suffered, while the guns roar over their graves, taking vengeance for their heroic death’. And it doesn’t occur to anybody that the enemy is also firing; that the shells plunge into the hero’s grave; that his bones are mingled with the filth which they scatter to the four winds—and that, after a few weeks, the morass closes over the last resting-place of the soldier.”—Kanonier Gerhard Gürtler, 111 Bavarian Corps, Artillery (via demons)
I just failed second try of baroque oral exam just because the professor had a bad day and he was super bored and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
SRSLY THIS. I could get at least 3 for what I’ve said to him! Come on!
And most probably I will NOT attend the third and last try in September, because I’ll be in Paris with my grenadier fellows as a guide.
OH GREAT. Better luck next year I guess…
FFFFFFFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuu this is such a suck. I’m very sorry for you dear, unfortunately am familiar with this kind of bipolar teachers with creeping megalomania who vent their daily frustration on students whenever they feel like it T_T