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Fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥' Lenny [i.imgur.com]
Here's a picture of the man himself
Admeral Sir Bravescot
Vice-Admerals Sk8 and Ty8
Lt.General Burner
Cheif Teic Calabaern
Colonel Matlord
Master Sergeant Voltor
Cheif Janitor Jack
& Grandpa Lszs
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned 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 wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
When darkness overcame the land - I stood to challenge it
When the love of my life was taken - I rescued her
When my greatest comrade became my greatest enemy - I defeated him
When the weak cried out for a savior - I brought salvation
When the last line of defense was crumbling - I lead the charge
When the time came to fight - I gave them hell
Though the foe be a million men, Stand tall! Though they charge with the fury of a desert sun Don't withdrawl! And when we clash like the eruption of a mighty Vesuvius Give your all! Till the clash of armies to the the chase of the remaining cowards Make the enemy fall! And even if they outnumber us in the end Stand tall!
famous battle lines of Colonel Matlord of the S.S Fellowship from the SOSE stream