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The Internet’s version of a chain letter: Random Seven meme

This bit of Internet silliness comes to me from Trina:

The Rules:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
5. Present an image of martial discord from whatever period or situation you’d like.

Seven random/weird facts about me:
1. I’m pretty sure that Internet memes such as this one exist mainly to help people build web traffic to their blogs.
2. I’ve visited 48 of the 50 U.S. states, missing only Alaska and Mississippi.
3. I have lived in Oak Ridge for slightly less than half of my life.
4. I once took a sauna fueled by a wood fire, then ran stark naked through the snow in subzero weather to jump into a very cold lake through a hole cut into the ice.
5. I was much younger when item 4 happened.
6. When I was in elementary school (around 3rd and 4th grade), I was fascinated by archaeology and read extensively about discoveries in and of ancient Egypt, Troy, and Minoan Crete.
7. My graduate school studies included two semesters’ study of Quaternary pollen analysis.

I choose to present a verbal image of martial discord, in the form of the poem “The Charge of the Light Brigade,” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1870):

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.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

Finally, in the spirit of sharing, I will tag the following (was 4; now just 3 due to technical problems at one blog; maybe I’ll add more later):

Larisa Brass (professional bloggers shouldn’t be exempt)
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One Comment

  1. Tom says:

    The silliness also gives your readers an opportunity to learn about blogs you enjoy when they follow the links you post.

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