Originally Posted by
Tall Paul:
“Well said.
”
You are of course entitled to agree with anyone and everyone whose views concur with your own Paul. Just as I and others are allowed to express the opposite opinion without being told that such judgments have precious little evidence to support them.
Indeed the same can be said for the counter view. It is no more than assumption that there was more to see than we actually saw. It is possible, indeed some would claim very likely, but it is still conjecture.
Originally Posted by
wazzyboy:
“You might regret it Paul, though hopefully I took all the flack on behalf of anyone who agrees.
”
Quote:
“IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,”
You had a one on one disagreement with you and you seem to think that alone you deflected the slings and arrows of a mighty army. I'm flattered.
Here's another poetic analogy that might appeal to your feelings of courage in the face of the enemy.
Quote:
“The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames roll'd on...he would not go
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He call'd aloud..."Say, father, say
If yet my task is done!"
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
"Speak, father!" once again he cried
"If I may yet be gone!"
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames roll'd on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair;
And shouted but one more aloud,
"My father, must I stay?"
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud
The wreathing fires made way,
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And stream'd above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound...
The boy-oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea.
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.”
Now award yourself a medal.