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My favorite movie war scene of all is from the version of Robin Hood starring Russell Crowe. Sappy movie, but at the end Robin is waiting on the beach to fight off— the Norman invasion in — Medieval Higgins Boats.
What could they possibly have been thinking? I loved it! Every time I think of it I get the giggles.
The Elephant's Child
Here's 20 seconds that will explode forever among the synapses of the celluloid windmills of your mined:
England has lately adopted a small bore-0.303 inch calibre-modified Lee magazine rifle-a Lee with most of the strong points of the mechanism modified out-after making a long series of most amusing steps of development in order to reach the conclusion that this arm was suited to her needs. For some years she has been more than content with her famous 0.45 inch calibre single-loading Martini-Henry rifles and Boxer cartridges-guns almost as bad in principle of breech mechanism as our own Springfields, and cartridges even worse than the United States regulation ones- and in her late "wars with peoples who wear not the trousers," her soldiers have gallantly fired on the enemy when they knew full well what a horrible punishment they were to receive from the brutal recoil of their weapons, and have borne their torture with true English grit. An English officer informed the writer that the practice was a great aid to gallantry in battle in South Africa, for "when a fellow has been so brutally pounded by his own rifle half a hundred times, he don't so much mind having an assegai as big as a shovel stuck through him; it s rather a relief, don't you know."
Zulu war chants, from the great film. This youtube shows three different points in the all-day-into-the-night battle. These three clips just blend right into each other --kind of jarring at first, until you recall that the title says 'war chants'.
Anyhoo, it's funny how time slips away and then slips back again --but, the film was made in 1964. Rorke's Drift (the battle the subject of the film) was fought in 1879. The fight and the film are 85 years apart.
Warriors from age 15 to 20 fighting in the Anglo-Zulu War would have fathered offspring right on up to the turn of the century and a little beyond, and started becoming grandfathers from say 1920 on. So the grayhaired war song callers in the film learned at father's knee what father sang at the war, and the battalions of mid 20 to mid 30 year olds (Zulu units were organized by age) fighting the re-enactment in the film, learned the songs and steps at grandfather's knee, grandfather who sang them in the war.
So the point is, this youtube is showing the actual artifact songs done in living memory. You hear what the soldiers heard.
For those who are interested in learning more about the fighting Zulus, the definitive work, written by Donald Morris, is The Washing Of The Spears: The Rise And Fall Of The Zulu Nation.
Donald Morris used to write a weekly column for the Houston Post. As a former CIA agent, he had a unique perspective. One I recall was his claim that in the USSR, any foreigner could be located within three hours' time- to show the reach of the organs.
King George's army is in the continent and on the march, Lyndon's regiment in the van. The unit makes contact with the French rear guard, a regiment blocking the road down which the main British army will want to pass within few hours.