![]() ![]() I was a founder member of WARGAME DEVELOPMENTS and have been the treasurer and membership secretary ever since. My first 20mm figures were the good old Airfix Guards Infantry and Band (in shocking pink!), soon followed by others as they were released, and by 1968, when I bought my first metal Hinton Hunt 20mm figures, I had a large collection of World War II figures, tanks, guns, and aircraft. The first wargames book I bought was CHARGE! (although I had taken out Donald Featherstone's WAR GAMES book beforehand ). One of the first toys that I was bought was a wooden fort that was garrisoned by assorted lead soldiers. I have been wargaming for as long as I can remember. In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 1.In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 2.In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 3.In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 4.In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 5.In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 6.Post Office parcel bonanza: the inside story.In praise of Peter Laing Miniatures: Part 7.A 'Modern' version of Joseph Morschauser's FRONTIE.Miniature Wargames with Battlegames Issue 364. ![]() Poetic views of the Charge of the Light Brigade.The proof of the pudding … or rather, the proof of.Rationalising my Colonial Wargames website.The Battle of Arora Junction: The loss of Deutsche.The Watawi War: The British subjugation of Watawiland.The Argi-Bargi Rebellion: The German pacification.The Wickes Expedition: Hunting Osman Dogma.The Mirkat Campaign: The destruction of Osman Dogm.Our children's children are lisping to "honour the charge they made – "Īnd we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade! O thirty million English that babble of England's might,īehold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night They healed the spavined cab-horse they housed the homeless dog Īnd they sent (you may call me a liar), when felon and beast were paid,Ī cheque, for enough to live on, to the last of the Light Brigade. They sent a cheque to the felon that sprang from an Irish bog Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame. The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.Īnd the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."Īnd he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame, We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how? "No, thank you, we don't want food, sir but couldn't you take an' writeĪ sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight? Here's all that isn't dead.Īn' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell įor we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an' we thought we'd call an' tell. The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and "Beggin' your pardon," he said, They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade. With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed, They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack They strove to stand to attention, to straighten the toil-bowed back To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song Īnd, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed,Ī desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade. They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong, The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites." Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they Īnd an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door Īnd the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four! That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song. They felt that life was fleeting they knew not that art was long, They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade. They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night. There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, ![]()
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