{"id":28571,"date":"2022-02-11T13:59:37","date_gmt":"2022-02-11T18:59:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.megalextoria.com\/wordpress\/?p=28571"},"modified":"2022-02-11T13:59:55","modified_gmt":"2022-02-11T18:59:55","slug":"dcs-stance-on-ukraine-is-as-divorced-from-reality-as-its-covid-regime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.megalextoria.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/2022\/02\/11\/dcs-stance-on-ukraine-is-as-divorced-from-reality-as-its-covid-regime\/","title":{"rendered":"DC\u2019s Stance on Ukraine Is as Divorced From Reality as Its COVID Regime"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Theirs not to make reply,<\/em><\/p>\n

Theirs not to reason why,<\/em><\/p>\n

Theirs but to do and die.<\/em><\/p>\n

Into the valley of Death<\/em><\/p>\n

Rode the six hundred.<\/em><\/p>\n

From, \u201cThe Charge of the Light Brigade<\/a>\u201d by Alfred, Lord Tennyson<\/p>\n

I was a fourteen-year-old freshman at St. Joseph\u2019s Collegiate Institute in Kenmore, N.Y. when I was assigned my first term paper for Mr. Chaya\u2019s World History class. The list of topics included the Charge of the Light Brigade. That\u2019s the one I picked.<\/p>\n

Like any boy that age, I still retained a belief in the glory of war, something Tennyson seems never to have outgrown. This despite being trained in grammar school to scurry from my desk and duck against the wall under the classroom window when the air raid siren sounded.<\/p>\n

The possibility of being nuked by the Soviet Union at any moment had been a fact of life for all of my life at that point and would be for twelve more years.<\/p>\n

The term paper assignment was the first time I was asked to research a historical event, rather than just read a textbook summary about it. By the time I finished, I had my first inkling that \u201cmilitary intelligence\u201d might just be an oxymoron and perhaps war wasn\u2019t the glorious affair Tennyson had cracked it up to be.<\/p>\n

To this day, when I hear the lyrics, \u201ca good old-fashioned, bullet-headed, Saxon mother\u2019s son\u201d in the Beatles song \u201cBungalow Bill<\/a>,\u201d I think of James Brudenell, 7th Earl of Cardigan, who led the aforementioned six hundred light cavalrymen into the teeth of Russian artillery.<\/p>\n