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The Patriot (2000 film)- a Review

Success can be a curse sometimes. In creative endeavors, a tremendous success can overshadow subsequent artistic accomplishments. Within Christendom, Mel Gibson may be most frequently associated with The Passion of the Christ.  In the secular world, however, his zenith of success (as both director and actor) was Braveheart in 1995. It was such a blockbuster that a following tour de force, 2000’s The Patriot, is often wrongly compared to it, and unjustly slept on.

Although the two films share at least one theme, The Patriot is its own movie and was not intended to resemble Braveheart.

I had opportunity to re-watch The Patriot recently and was struck first by what a masterpiece of filmmaking it is. After that, what most surprised me was how much it enthralls today’s younger generations. Homelanders, who are hard to convince that anything which occurred before acquiring their first smart device could possibly be important, assume the American War of Independence took place in 1976 and the Civil War involved Martin Luther King. But this movie resonates with them, and it’s possible they might just learn something about America’s history from watching it.

DIRECTION/ACTING:

Director Roland Emmerich previously enjoyed summer blockbuster success with the alien invasion flick Independence Day. In this production,  he did not tweak Robert Rodat’s screenplay, which was the right call.

Emmerich coaxed believable and nuanced performances out of most of the cast. One exception was Lisa Brenner as Anne Howard (Gabriel’s love interest). I don’t know what else she’s done or how well she did it, but for whatever reason her delivery just doesn’t strike me as invested or believable. Gibson and Heath Ledger (playing his oldest son, Gabriel) however, are dynamite in their respective roles. Ledger, especially, excels in the scenes calling for understated performances.

The opening sequence is perhaps oversold. We know Benjamin Martin’s (Gibson) sons are excited to receive mail, but it smells like the director and cast getting high on their own supply–which can be a pitfall for any group inside a creative bubble.

The film score is not catchy or especially memorable, but is competent and adequate, accentuating suspense and action scenes just as much by what it doesn’t do as by what it does. Emotional scenes are where it is most obvious, walking the line between powerful and sappy.

THEMES:

What this film shares with Braveheart, thematically, is the desire for freedom. In both films it remains mostly an abstract concept. In The Patriot, the importance of freedom is accentuated by the lack thereof, depicted in the abuse of power by William Tavington (Jason Isaacs), commander of “the Green Dragoons.”

Tavington murders prisoners of war, terrorizes civilians by burning down their homes, and forcefully conscripts freedmen into His Majesty’s service. Put another way, he represents a system that doesn’t recognize natural rights to life, liberty or property.

Whatever his moral failures, at least Tavington knows the right hand/arm signal for “halt.”

Similarly, the yearning for liberty manifests by implication through the character of Occam (Jay Arlen Jones), a slave who is sent to fight in his owner’s stead. There are no scenes of his life as a slave or his treatment, but all Americans have grown up hearing the stories and there really is no need to rehash the injustice of human beings treated as beasts of burden to be bought, sold, and “owned.”

At one point, Gabriel follows his father into a Rebel encampment and finds an abandoned American flag on the ground. It is faded, tattered, torn and threadbare–much like our republic (for which it stands) currently is. Gabriel picks it up. An exhausted, cynical fellow American tells Gabriel, “It’s a lost cause.”

This is a double (perhaps triple or quadruple) entendre. That sentiment surely was present during our country’s fight for independence, after a string of defeats against the world’s most powerful empire. It is also in sync with the “black pill” sentiment of today, as we are on the brink of losing our American birthright forever. Is freedom worth fighting for, even when the odds look impossible? When it looks like a lost cause?

In one of those understated, nuanced performances I mentioned before, Gabriel stubbornly keeps the flag and tucks it into his satchel, to be repaired, turning his back to his black-pilling countryman.

In subsequent scenes, during downtime in bivouac, Gabriel faithfully works to repair the flag. In one notable such scene, Gabriel has a brief conversation with Occam. “People call this the New World; but it’s really the same as the old one,” opines Gabriel. But they’ve got a chance to build a new world, he continues–a world where a man’s rights are protected regardless of who his parents or ancestors are. His rights are recognized simply because he was endowed them by our Creator. And while he pontificates on his vision for a new world where freedom is the rule (not the exception) the camera moves in close on Gabriel’s hands sewing that tattered flag back together.

Later, Benjamin finds the flag his son had repaired. Benjamin was forced to join the conflict. He fights for revenge and for what’s left of his family. Gabriel, however, fights for the cause (independence and freedom). Benjamin will later proclaim that his son was the better man.

Late in the film, having made peace with the French military advisor who served as something of a minor antagonist for most of the movie, Benjamin signifies their new frendship by exclaiming, “Vive le France!

Major Jean Villeneuve (Tchéky Karyo) responds by reminding Benjamin what the struggle for independence (and America itself) is all about: “Vive la liberté!

When Benjamin rides out to join the American force marching to meat the British for the climactic battle, he flies the flag that his son restored. The Rebels cheer. Benjamin has transformed from a farmer fighting for personal (perhaps selfish) and immediate motives, into a patriot. He now fights for the Cause, so his countrymen and progeny will enjoy the blessings of liberty long after he is gone.

It’s doubtful that screenwriter Rodat had studied generational theory, but The Patriot is in harmony with it nonetheless.

The American War of Independence was our republic’s first fourth turning–the historical winter season of the saeculum. The Nomads serve as the tough, brutal field commanders who lead the young, collegial Heroes into battle, and to victory.

Benjamin Martin would have been from the Liberty Generation (Nomad archetype). He cut his teeth in the French & Indian War (as did George Washington), and carries even to the film’s present day a suppressed savagery to rival that of the Native warriors he fought both alongside and against. This is symbolized by the Cherokee tomahawk he has kept hidden away in his old war chest. When he joins the fight against the British, he digs the tomahawk out of storage and proves that he still knows how to use it with deadly expertise, despite not wanting to.

Son Gabriel is Republican Generation (Hero archetype) and demonstrates his cohort’s peer personality perfectly. He is confident, optimistic, a team player, altruistic, self-sacrificial, eager to marry and start his own family.

Gabriel may not appreciate enough what a barbaric business war is, but his younger brothers are even more naive. Thomas’ pastime is painting lead figurines of soldiers, fears that the war may be over before he is old enough to fight in it, and breaks into his father’s war chest to examine the souvenirs. He poses in front of the mirror wearing his father’s old uniform jacket, with the aforementioned tomahawk. Thomas will learn the hard way that war is not a game and there’s nothing romantic about it.

CHARACTERS:

Benjamin Martin is a reluctant hero from the classic mold, but with no small measure of tragedy in his life both before and during the story. A widowed farmer with seven children, he aspires to build furniture and forget the violence of his past. He both witnessed and committed atrocities fighting on the British side in the French & Indian War. He wants to avoid war at any cost not just to protect his family, but because he fears the bloodthirsty savage within himself, which awakens in the heat of battle. It makes sense why, in this “hero’s journey,” he rejects the first “call to adventure.”

Gabriel Martin has a lot of his dead mother’s personality in him, we are told. Like his mother, presumably, he serves as the voice of conscience to counterbalance the wild, barbaric warrior side of his father. He is the Robin to Benjamin’s Batman–a calming influence that motivates Benjamin to be a better example, to remind him of what he should and should not be fighting for (the Cause, or revenge?) and that good men are as quick to show mercy as they are to rage against injustice.

Aunt Charlotte is a little undeveloped. Sister of Benjamin’s dead wife, he and she have feelings for each other, but it’s handled so subtly that when their passions come to the surface, it seems almost that the romance came out of nowhere.

Major Villeneuve is technically an ally; but there is bad blood between him and Benjamin. In the last war they fought on opposite sides. Benjamin is infamous for an atrocity he committed against the French at Fort Wilderness. A personal vendetta against the British is what drives Villeneuve in this war. He and Benjamin have similar motives for fighting this war, but that alone is not enough for them to bury the hatchet (no pun intended).

William Tavington comes from an esteemed British noble family, but his father squandered his inheritance. So Tavington’s career, reputation, and future rest solely upon his victories in battle. This is offered as the excuse for his brutal war crimes. As in many epic tales, this villain is like a dark reflection of the hero. Benjamin Martin may have turned out identical to William Tavington, without the civilizing influence of his wife and children.

General Cornwallis is portrayed as a preening military genius, whose pride is his downfall. He knows better than to do and allow what he does, but his ego clouds his judgment. Otherwise, he could have been a civilizing influence on Tavington and, so far as this narrative goes, dealt Washington and the Continental Army a decisive defeat.

I’m commenting on Dan Scott (Donal Logue) and Occam together because they represent the duality of young America. Occam stands in for one of our founding principles: that all men are endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights, to include life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Dan Scott only agrees to fight for the Cause after being shamed into it by Anne Howard; but clings to his prejudice against Occam. He is offended to be serving with a slave, distrusts him, and views Occam, at best, as a target for ridicule.

“What in the hell you gonna do with freedom?” Scott sneers at Occam at one point, implying he’s too stupid (maybe even subhuman) to enjoy life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

The discrepancy these two characters signify is not a trivial skeleton in the American closet. Just one saeculum after our War of Independence (IOW the next fourth turning) over half million Americans would die fighting each other to resolve the contradiction.

Dan Scott, who begins the story as one of the least admirable men, has the most distinct character arc (next to the protagonist himself).

These two characters star in a subplot that is poignant and touching, even after all the race hustling and identity politics that unraveled what racial harmony America once enjoyed. That unraveling started just eight years after the release of this film, though today it seems to have been going on forever.

HISTORICAL CONSIDERATIONS:

Speaking of slavery and race relations…

The War of Independence erupted in Massachusetts. After Lexington and Concord, other northern colonies joined with them. But even with all 13 colonies fighting, it was still an unlikely long shot against the world’s greatest empire. It might have been impossible without the southern colonies.

The leadership of those southern colonies were not willing to give up their slaves. A compromise was reached: the southern colonies would join in the War for Independence, if they were allowed to pass and follow their own laws as states in the Union–including laws regarding the institution of slavery.

South Carolina was one of those southern colonies, and where The Patriot is set. In an early scene, Benjamin Martin takes his family to Charleston, SC, where an assembly has been called. Eight colonies have already joined the rebellion against the British Empire. Patriots and loyalists gather to debate as to whether South Carolina will be the ninth.

Once all arguments are heard, the South Carolina assembly votes for a levy to form a Continental Army–in effect, a declaration of war.

Benjamin Martin eventually becomes a brevet colonel of volunteers. Both the strengths and weaknesses of militia fighting against a force of professional soldiers is highlighted throughout the movie. The Minutemen perform well under fire when using guerrilla tactics. But they and the Continentals get their teeth kicked in when they meet British regulars in the open field fighting in mass formations, European-style.

Benjamin Martin is loosely based on “the Swamp Fox,” Francis Marion, plus other Americans who fought the British. But spergs can pick this film apart for the creative license taken with historical facts.

What historical movie could not be picked apart for its inaccuracies?

IN CONCLUSION:

Realism (or lack thereof) notwithstanding, The Patriot is a brilliant film. It might piss off British apologists/anglophiles/modern day British loyalists, but its overall message and supporting themes speak to the heart of an American. Including young Americans.

It’s been long enough that Braveheart no longer casts such a long shadow. With the MAGA movement uniting people across multiple demographic demarcations, now may be the perfect time to rediscover this film and let it shine.

IN OTHER NEWS:

Today, the Black Friday Based Book Sale begins. My novel Tier Zero will be discounted to 99 cents for the sale  at Amazon and all other  E-Book stores. I’m probably crazy for doing this, but my entire Paradox Series, assembled in a digital “box set,” will also be on sale for 99 cents. Pick up your copy and relax with some great reads for Thanksgiving weekend!

Dudley’s Fusiliers by Harold R. Thompson

DUDLEY’S FUSILIERS – Empire and Honor Book 1 by HAROLD R. THOMPSON

A review by INFAMOUS🦀

 

~We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

~William Shakespeare: Henry V

War-based novels can be a slippery slope for different reasons. The challenge usually consists of striking that fine balance between 1) historical accuracy and 2) a compelling story that comes off as captivating and rich in relatable characters.

I feel like Dudley’s Fusiliers manages to achieve success in certain aspects while failing (and I use ‘failing’ very loosely here) in others. Canadian author H. R. Thompson has definitely brought us a story of honor, glory, and sacrifice that pays homage to those men on the battlefield who kept marching forward against all odds and-let’s be frank-against all sanity at times!

 

NO POLITICS, JUST WAR + MAIN CHARACTER:

Thompson doesn’t focus much on the politics of mid-XIX Europe or the ins and outs of why the Crimean War took place. He rather looks at the unfolding events from the point of view of the common soldier. 

Our protagonist is young British lad Dudley, who from a young age adopts a romanticized view of the ‘art of war’. The Duke of Wellington being his all-time hero, Dudley even names a tin soldier of his ‘Wellington’. Wellington becomes his best friend well into his adult life and through the war.

STRENGTHS:

Thompson is outstanding at describing the battles of the Crimean War, particularly the Battle of Alma. We see everything from the point of view of main character Dudley in vivid realism and in all the fine details of military strategies, tactics, and pre-WWI trench warfare.

We also witness the ill conceived notions and romanticism of not just the British army, but those of the French and Russian army as well. This is very important because we don’t need those fundamental aspects to be thwarted by some progressive agenda to make 19th century soldiers think like 21st century Orange county residents, if you catch my drift.

 

WEAKNESSES + SUPPORTING CHARACTERS:

Where I think Dudley’s Fusiliers falls short is in creating a substantial supporting cast for Dudley. His fellow soldiers could be more fleshed out but instead they’re all given just a few lines here and there and very general descriptions:

 

“He felt closer to them than to anyone he had ever known. Closer than to Isabelle, closer than to Martha. Closer even than to his family.”

 

That’s great, but we as readers don’t get to fully share that experience because of thin characterization. What that does is that when some of them perish in battle, we are robbed of the full emotional impact because we never get to know them as well as Dudley does. Thin characterization reduces an otherwise brilliant war story to a good but not GREAT war story.

 

BARKER STEALS THE SHOW:

The only secondary character we encounter that in my opinion ‘steals the show’ is Barker, a giant of a man even feared among his own ranks. A seemingly remorseless bully who we’ll find out has a great story to tell which explains why he behaves the way he does, and why his ‘dehumanization’ has taken place to begin with. In fact, I’d even dare say that most readers will be more eager to follow the whereabouts of Barker than Dudley’s. He’s just that cool cat, somewhat rough around the edges, but who you will want to be by your side when all hell breaks loose in battle.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

If it wasn’t for the outstanding fashion in which the author brought this all home in the closing chapters, I might have been dubious on whether to read Book 2 (Guns of Sevastopol). But if you, like me, have 1) a heartbeat and 2) a passion for keeping the memories alive of not just the war heroes but of war events in general, then reading the next book is certainly in our queue.

Thompson is not just a good writer but the real deal when it comes to the subject of history and wars with the experience to back it up:

 

“While attending university, he spent his summers working at the Halifax Citadel National Historic Site, a Victorian- era fort in his native Halifax, Nova Scotia. There, he was a member of the 78th Highlanders, an historical re- enactment of the fort’s British Army garrison.

 

Dudley’s Fusiliers brings forth the brutality, death and mayhem of the period of the mid-19th century with glory, respect, and accuracy. And I applaud that!

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The Dawn Patrol – a Review

What It’s About:

A British pursuit squadron suffers the attrition of air combat in WWI. Major Brand is in command, driven to drink and relentless stress by the young pilots he loses every day to enemy action. His “A Flight” Leader is Captain Courtney, who is a survivor and a skilled veteran pilot whose perspective will be forced to change before the movie is over.

Vintage:

This film was made in 1930. To put that in perspective, The Jazz Singer had been released just three years before. Audiences were no longer content with silent movies, and the Hollywood studios had been scrambling to adopt the new technology. This meant a new equipment needed to be installed in theaters, new recording equipment (capable of synching with cameras) needed to be acquired and used by every film crew, and a whole lot of expensive sound stages needed building on the studio lots.

“Talkies” were still in their infancy, but this one has got a better soundtrack than most.

Even though the entire industry now realized synchronized sound was the wave of the future, it still took a while for film makers to ditch certain practices that were no longer necessary.

Exhibit A: Intertitles. Dawn Patrol doesn’t have as many as a typical silent film–and none for dialog–but it’s got a few. The writers/directors evidently hadn’t figured out a way to give exposition without inserting text in between shots. Or they never even wondered about doing it some other way.

Exhibit B: Subtitles. They put one at the bottom of the frame whenever we see the villain in his cockpit.

Exhibit C: Acting. Some of the actors strike overly-dramatic poses, wear exaggerated expressions, and use jerky, exaggerated gestures. Many of them were veteran actors of the silent era and directors had conditioned them to emote that way. It must have been a tough habit to kick. It kind of grates, now. The film was remade in 1938 and I bet that one doesn’t suffer the same issues.

Exhibit D: Patience. This might not be directly related to silent movies or talkies. This film is just too methodical for the modern audience, in places. Folks back then were more easily entertained (not spoiled rotten with omnipresent entertainment) and had the attention span of a human being–not a gnat or a smartphone zombie.

Plot and Themes:

If you watch a lot of WWII movies, you’ll probably lose count of how many of them are built around certain tropes like individualists learning to do their part as a member of a team. This one thrums on “the loneliness of command” nine years before the invasion of Poland and 20-30 years before the trope became such a cliche` in war movies. For all I know, Dawn Patrol might be what set the precedent for several war movie tropes which are overly familiar today.

The audience is left to assume that the Germans don’t face the same problems as our heroes.  The Allies have manpower problems and material shortages, whereas the Germans don’t. In reality, it was almost exactly the opposite.

In fact, this type of story would better represent the German side. The best German aces were given such a workload that they were completely used up by 1917 or so. The constant stress, exhaustion, and requirement to accomplish much with little dulled their abilities and wracked them with sickness. Even the legendary Red Baron could barely keep his eyes open on his last few missions. (His stand-in in this movie is “Von Richter.” What movie about WWI air combat does NOT feature a portrayal of Manfred Von Richtoffen and his Flying Circus, I wonder.)

But, I mean, they’re bloody barbaric Hun savages with no appreciation for the value of human life. So who cares what problems they faced, eh wott?

Production Values:

Howard Hawks directed this. He was a prolific director who made some very memorable  films from the silent era right up until 1970. But this (his first talkie) feels like he’s just getting his sea legs.

(As a side note for the red pill and manosphere communities, his serious films depicted very masculine men and feminine women. However, in his comedies, he conformed to the mild gender confusion so popular in the postwar era that helped push our culture onto the slippery slope that led to the institutional gender insanity of today.)

The film probably had a pretty good budget. There are about three aerial combat sequences, including one in the opening scene. Aside from just a couple rear-screen projection shots, this was all real pilots in real planes doing this stuff. Considering that, some of the stunt flying is truly spectacular. I’ve watched my share of dogfight scenes in war movies, and this movie’s are better than most, and still hold up somewhat today.

But even big budgets have their limits. I wonder if that’s why most of the film involves the lonely commander and other personnel at the airfield simply worrying while waiting for the squadron to return, to find out who survived and who didn’t. That’s another popular trope in the genre. No doubt some screenwriters used it because they wanted an intense drama. But, like the stark lighting in Film Noire, budget constraints might have necessitated it in the beginning–so directors took that lemon and made lemonade.

My Take:

Considering everything I’ve mentioned, overall, Dawn Patrol doesn’t hold up that well today. I appreciate the limitations it was made under, and that it was a pioneer film that established precedents for the genre. Few others will. And the crude sound, outdated conventions, hammy acting, etc., are not justified by the story, which seems hackneyed and formulaic despite the fact that it wasn’t back in 1930.

If you have an interest in WWI air combat, you might want to also read my review of The Red Baron.

Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson

In the Web circles in which I cyber-travel, there is much discussion of Western civilization and legacy of Western culture. Also lamentations that it’s being lost.

My focus here is on one artifact of that disappearing legacy/culture.

American kids used to be exposed to Tennyson’s famous poem. You find references to it in hundreds or thousands of other creative work. It was through one such reference that I first learned of the existence of this poem.

Almost nobody in today’s government schools is introducing kids to this poem. In fact, there are certainly millions of adults in America who have never learned about it, or understand what references to it are still made.

(I in this clip, at about 0:24, the REMF* interpreter paraphrases part of “Charge of the Light Brigade.” Just as myself and probably millions of other veterans have.)

To put the narrative of this poem in context, we must know a little about the circumstances of a battle during the Crimean War:

25 October, 1854; the siege of Sevastopol. Lord Raglan is the  C.O. (commanding officer). The Russians are conducting a counterattack outside Balaclava, and capture British cannons. Raglan spots them running off with his artillery and wants to prevent this loss.

Raglan decides to send his Light Brigade after the Ruskies and get his field guns back. The Light Brigade is so-named because it is about a 600-man unit of light cavalry, which at this point in history meant the horses bore no armor (in contrast to the Heavy Brigade). The troopers carried sabers and light lances that were more like spears. Such units were quick and agile.

So far, so good. This is a sound, reasonable allocation of military resources to rebound from a setback. Raglan composes a message to his cavalry commander that says, basically, “Send the Light Brigade after those Ruskies stealing our cannons, and bring the guns back!”

Within his order was a careless neglect of specific detail that would make this a tragic day. From where  Raglan surveyed the battle space, it was obvious which Ruskies he was referring to. But the cavalry commander didn’t see what Raglan saw, from his position.

The message filtered down to Brigadier General Brudinell (the Earl of Cardigan or, simply, “Cardigan”), Commander of the Light Brigade. What Ruskies does Lord Raglan have in mind, he asks. The messenger waved toward the east. Attack, now, sez he.

Not that the cavalry knew, but the enemy was carrying off British field guns to the south, hidden by the terrain from their position. What lay to the east was something else entirely.

I’m sure Cardigan lost all color in his face.

Those cannons???” he must have wanted to ask.

In the direction the dispatch rider waved was an enormous Russian formation dug in on the high ground behind numerous artillery batteries on three sides. The valley they commanded was covered by a triangular crossfire. If any British, French, or Turkish unit was foolish enough to enter that valley, they would find themselves, in modern military parlance, inside a “kill box.”

The valley was a deathtrap. This was a suicide mission.

The Valley of Death.

The officers and men were obligated to take the orders at face value. They didn’t know the orders were based on a “blunder” of omission. I guarantee you, every cavalryman, from the C.O. down to the lowest enlisted man, was severely “dismayed” by the insane orders.

What followed was an age-old conundrum for a soldier.

A soldier has to obey the orders of the officers over him. Even when the orders make no sense. Even when the orders are crazy, idiotic, or suicidal. The officers have maps, and good vantage points, and knowledge that the common soldier doesn’t. Most of the time, orders that don’t make sense to a soldier at the time will make sense later, from a  strategic perspective, and prove necessary for accomplishing a mission. Some orders are, indeed, insane, and result in needless slaughter. But the common soldier usually doesn’t know which order is which. He must trust in his chain-of-command, and follow orders regardless.

It would be difficult-to-impossible to win wars without soldiers who will follow orders like those British cavalry troopers did.

Theirs was not to make reply. (Sir, this is suicidal! You’re sending us to our doom for no good reason!”)

Theirs was not to reason why. (“Why the bloody cack are we riding right into the mouth of hell, into the jaws of death? What purpose could this possibly serve? If we are to capture those cannons, send us in from behind, in the dark of night. And even then, with the advantage of surprise, it would be a forlorn hope!”)

Theirs was but to do and die. (Their job was to carry out their orders, even when it guaranteed their death.)

Boldly they rode, and well, while under murderous fire from the front and both flanks. As they grew closer to the enemy line, Russian gunners switched out the artillery shells for “shot.” That’s short for “grapeshot.” By this time grapeshot was more sophisticated, and starting to be called “cannister.” In effect, the smoothbore cannons were firing something like shotgun blasts into both “horse and hero,” with pellets the size of musket balls.

But once the survivors had broken through the line, Cossacks rode upon them. The troopers had to fall back through the Valley of Death, with the Russian artillery shredding them from both flanks and the rear. It was a bloodbath.

There’s a lot that can be said about that engagement. Tennyson concentrated on the honor of the steadfast troopers who rode knowingly into the Mouth of Hell. It was courageous, glorious, as he saw it. A cynic might be tempted to dismiss it as a foolish catastrophe. Were they fools for following orders that day? Not for me to judge. But nobody can question  their loyalty, their commitment to their duty, or their mettle.

One more thought: to preserve the stamina of their horses, the cavalry could not maintain a charge at a full gallop over long distances. They advanced at a walk, while already under fire. After half a league (a league is about 3 1/2 miles) they adjusted the pace to a trot. Later they accelerated to a lope or canter. Finally, a sprint. When read the right way, this poem’s cadence approximates the changing pace of the brigade riding into the Jaws of Death.

I’ll let Tennyson take it from here:

I
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.
II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.
(At 0:20 is a brief-but-spectacular shot of a cavalryman breaking through the line and sabering a gunner while his horse is in mid air hurdling the barricade.)
IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!

This is my way of honoring the noble 600 and the charge they made, Alfred.

* “Rear Echelon Mo-Fo,” AKA “clerks & jerks.” The corporal is literally a clerk-typist, assigned to a squad of Rangers for the mission that this movie is about.

Napoleon – a Review

If you didn’t see this movie in the theater, you might be tempted to watch it now that it’s streaming on Prime and possibly other services. Read this first.

For fans of military history, Napoleon represents an historical force. His accomplishments should be studied with respect, if not reverence.

It is safe to assume that director Ridley Scott is not a fan of military history.

Like nearly everyone calling the shots in Homowood, government, and every other institution, Scott is a geriatric leftist. There are exceptions, but his demographic is notorious for bad relationships with their fathers. Why Scott chose to treat the subject matter as he did  might have been guaranteed by his life-long contempt for strong patriarchal authority figures–especially those widely considered to be great.

This is not a film about Napoleon the strategist, Napoleon the Emperor, or even Napoleon the ambitious overachiever. It is a pedestrian screed against “toxic masculinity” which elevates the female (especially Josephine) to the Eternal Pedestal. Even Marie Antionette is granted a more sympathetic portrayal than the eponymous character.

Since this movie is about a man obsessed with a woman, it’s relevant to warn you that he is portrayed as emotionally unstable, egomaniacal (not just egotistical, which the real Bonaparte probably was), and sexually inept.

In reality, Bonaparte’s fixation on the sexually adventurous widow pointed to his own capacity for blunder in his personal life–if not a sign of ignorance, arrested development, some sort of fetish, or a character flaw. In the movie, it is inflated to carry the all-too-typical gynocentric trope that a man’s value as a human being depends upon the approval/acceptance of a woman.  The message comes across that (with the exception of Toulon) Bonaparte’s military successes were directly linked to his social credit score with Josephine. As their relationship soured, his great victories turned into colossal defeats. And when she died, that brought about his ignominious end.

Part of what was necessary to pull off this message (in a biopic about an historical figure defined by his military exploits, no less) was to simply ignore Bonaparte’s multiple campaigns and shove 95% of his military career off-screen. Only three battles are depicted–and only in part: Toulon, Austerlitz, and Borodino. The last was reduced to an half-assed montage of cavalry galloping through snow, in a half-assed  Russian Campaign sequence that amounts to an ambiguous afterthought.

Also painfully lacking is sufficient insight into why the battles (much less the respective wars) were fought.

C’mon, guys: the director has better things to do than spend that multimillion dollar budget showing you yucky military stuff in a biopic ostensibly about a military man.  The director’s primary role is an apologist for female behavior–in this case, a haughty royal blinded by her own privilege, and an unfaithful slut who married up about as high as she could go, but still drunk with entitlement to the point she delighted in making her husband miserable.

Creative license was used to the opposite effect  for the men, of course. There is not one single male character in the film that is likeable.

This is a cinematic hit piece, at most–a depressing one that leaves you wondering what the point was (other than “patriarchy bad”–gee, what a groundbreaking message).

Although there is an actor who wears funny hats who you see throughout the film, he he bears little resemblance to the Napoleon Bonaparte of history. I suspect he’s really a stand-in for a filmmaker’s father.

 

The Alchemy for Art Indie Library

The deck is really stacked against indie (independent) authors. It’s even worse for non-woke indie authors. You get no help with marketing from a publisher. Chances are slim your titles will ever be discovered in a brick-and-mortar bookstore. Your name isn’t associated with the prestige of the legacy publishing houses (dwindling, though it may be). Alternative media doesn’t care that you exist  and in most cases won’t plug your work to their audience. (Some of the alternate media outlets are controlled opposition and only promote ticket-takers, if they promote anyone at all.) The goose-stepping cultural Marxists who control the MSM and social media will get you censored/deplatformed/demonetized if they can, but if you succeed anyway, they will assassinate your character in the typical ways (“racist!” “conspiracy theorist!” etc.).

Thankfully, there are some folks who understand that indies should be taken seriously,* and through selfless effort, are trying to make their books more visible. Virtual Pulp (and the Two-Fisted Blog, before it) has always been a site that gave indies exposure, and now gets contributions from THE INFAMOUS REVIEWER GIO to amplify that effort. Writer Katie Roome also specializes in reviewing indie fiction at Periapsis Press. And then there is author Mark Bradford, who has built an attractive online aggregation of indie books.

Alchemy for Art (https://alchemyfor.art/books/) is growing, and I assume it will continue to grow. As of this moment, it boasts 12 authors and 33 books. The books are grouped by author, and by genre. Fantasy is the most represented genre so far, with sci-fi coming in second. But other genres are represented, including some that I write in.

My theory is that as more books are added to the list, the more readers will want to peruse it. So it looks like a win-win endeavor.

In other words, both readers and writers should visit the library. Authors should get their books added, and readers should check back regularly to see what books have been added.

 

* Indie books are much like tradpub books, in that quality varies. There are plenty from both sources that are terrible. The advantage of the indie end of the spectrum is that is where you’ll find the non-ticket-taking, non-woke authors. And because the gatekeepers have no direct control, that is where you’ll find  most of the superb storytelling in the book biz today, IMO.

TZ Paperback on Sale, Too!

Curious about Amazon discounting my debut novel, I surfed over to the Retreads Series page and found that Tier Zero is also discounted. Right now it is $5.09–cheaper than the current discount on the Kindle version and less than a third of the normal price.

Notice the paperback version has the Mack Bolan-esque retro cover painted by Derrick Early. This is yet another good gift idea for somebody who likes to read about kickass operators bringing smoke on bad guys. In this case, the bad guys are modern pirates, human traffickers, a murderous black ops team, and a turncoat mercenary.

Just as with Hell and Gone, I don’t know how long this discount will last…but I do know that Christmas is coming up fast.

H&G Paperback on Sale!

Apparently Amazon does this sometimes: they have been discounting my bestsellers. I thought it was a mistake, but no.

What this means right now is that you can get the Hell and Gone paperback for less than a third of it’s normal retail price. In fact, it’s the same exact price they have discounted the Kindle version to: $4.17.

No idea how long this will last so you might as well strike while the iron is cheap hot! BTW, with Christmas around the corner this is a good gift idea for anyone you know who likes military thrillers, men’s adventure, action novels, or all the above.

With what’s happening in and around Israel right now, this book might be as relevant as ever.

Happy reading!

Time Running Out on the Big Based Book Sale!

The Big Based Book Sale ends tomorrow. You still have time to save money on some good reads by non-woke authors.

And despite it being mostly a sci-fi/fantasy deal, my Retreads trilogy made the Top Ten in sales. If you haven’t picked up my paramilitary adventures, now’s a good time to get those for cheap, too. (Not just on Amazon, BTW. There are universal book links on the “Books” page right here at Virtual Pulp.)

My thanks to Hans Schantz for putting this sale together. Hopefully the first novel in my new series will be ready by the time of his next sale. Or the one after that…

Benghazi, Revisited

Can’t vouch for the authenticity of this, but it’s far more believable than any iteration of the Official Narrative from the Swamp Media:

Ambassador Stevens was sent to Benghazi to secretly retrieve US made Stinger Missiles that the State Dept had supplied to Ansar al Sharia in Libya WITHOUT Congressional oversight or permission.

Sec State Hillary Clinton had brokered the Libya deal through Ambassador Stevens and a Private Arms Dealer named Marc Turi, but some of the shoulder fired Stinger Missiles ended up in Afghanistan where they were used against our own military. On July 25th, 2012, a US Chinook helicopter was downed by one of them. Not destroyed only because the idiot Taliban didn’t arm the missile. The helicopter didn’t explode, but it had to land and an ordnance team recovered the missile’s serial number which led back to a cache of Stinger Missiles kept in
Qatar by the CIA.

Obama and Hillary were in full panic mode, so Ambassador Stevens was sent to Benghazi to retrieve the rest of the Stinger Missiles. This was a “do-or-die” mission, which explains the Stand Down Orders given to multiple rescue teams during the siege of the US Embassy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…(This was why Hillary) had a Private Server, (in order to delete the digital evidence), and WHY Obama, two weeks after the attack, told the UN that the attack was the result of the YouTube video, even though everyone KNEW it was not.

Furthermore, the Taliban knew Bowe Bergdahl was just a useful pawn used to cover the release of the Taliban generals. Everyone knew Bergdahl was a traitor but Obama used Bergdahl’s exchange for the five Taliban generals to cover that Obama was being coerced by the Taliban about the unauthorized Stinger Missile deal…that the administration had aided and abetted the enemy WITHOUT Congressional oversight or permission, so they began pressuring (blackmailing) the Obama Administration to release five Taliban generals being held at Guantanamo.

In case you still don’t get it: you are paying taxes so that traitors, criminals, and evil perverts can bankrupt your country (starting with YOU); sell you out to foreign and domestic enemies who hate you; corrupt and/or molest your children; enslave forthcoming generations in perpetuity; blame people like you for all the suffering they cause; and make themselves rich in the process.