One of my (and just about everybody's) favorite British military stories is the Charge of the Light Brigade. Of the two Tennyson poems about Balacava, I prefer the Charge of the Heavy Brigade, particularly a line that describes one of my foreign policy beliefs:
"Involving ours--he needs must fight
To make true peace his own.
He needs must combat Might with Might
Or Might would rule alone..."
It’s said that when Alfred Lord Tennyson was appointed Poet Laureate he took the role seriously and so he wrote the Charge of the Light Brigade, the Heavy Brigade and my favourite Tennyson poem – The Revenge, a Ballad of the Fleet.
I used lines from the poem as a paragraph header for a piece on Wake Island –
"But they dared not touch us again,
For they feared that we still could sting,
So they watched what the end would be.
And we had not fought them in vain".
A dozen times they came and a dozen time we shook the off, as a dog shakes off water.
And looking up Tennyson I came across something older than Heredotus however still a living tradition.
3000 years ago (around 1375 B.C.) Akhenaton wrote of battle and honour –
"Say not that honour is the child of boldness, nor believe thou that the hazard of life alone can pay the price of it:it is not to the action that it is due, but to the manner
of performing it."
Or as we learnt at school “it is neither the winning nor the losing but how you play the game”.