The Crimean War was fought for no reason more important than that the aristocrats in charge in England felt that their military's would get "soft" and "out of shape" if they weren't kept in tip top fighting condition by periodic wars.
A speech in Parliament compared the necessity of sending troops to fight and die in Russia with the necessity of schools playing one another in sporting contests to build character.
And besides. . . it would be an "easy little war" with plenty of glory and promotions for the (mostly aristocratic) officer corps of the English army.
The charge of the light brigade is remembered today for two reasons. Such terrible, costly blunders happened routinely in wars at the time, but since the army was responsible for writing the news bulletins to send back to the newspapers at home, they were never reported.
In the Crimean war, two new innovations changed the face of warfare forever.
1. Florence Nightingale's nurses were (for the first time) right on the battlefield to save lives, and the unintended consequence was that there were civilian witnesses not subject to orders to keep silent.
2. Several newspapers sent reporters to see what was actually happening instead of just relying on the English army to write the reports that went into the newspapers.
All this meant that the (fairly commonplace) needless expenditures of lives would be public knowledge. It kind of took all the fun out of the wars for the army when there was accountability when things went wrong.
For the first time, there was a mindless blunder that needlessly cost lives. . . AND that wasn't able to be covered up. The brilliant solution for the aristocracy was to have Lord Tennyson (Alfred Lord Tennyson) write the famous poem that made heroes of the poor, hapless victims of the charge. Still, things would never be the same.
I wrote this over six years ago, and have been trying to get it pared down and usable ever since.
Any input into how close I am to having it short enough and understandable will be greatly appreciated.
600 Son’s of England (Regarding “The Charge of the Light Brigade”)
In a world where everyone is blind, One eyed men are kings.
The politics of hate and fear are many splendored things.
Truth cannot forever remain a casualty of war.
But 600 sons of England will lose all they’re fighting for.
Theirs is not to question why. They’re not allowed to wonder.
Theirs is just to do and die and face the cannons thunder.
In a catastrophic blunder, 240 lives are gone. –- Just gone.
Sold for honor King and country, traded for a song. A song.
Half a league of cannon fire. . . half a league of Hell.
It’s a story that the victims never get a chance to tell.
Betrayed by all that they believed, and all for which they fought.
600 son’s of England are just sacrificed for naught.
In a war that’s fought for practice, and referred to as a game.
The Generals, King and Parliament should all hang their heads in shame.
They deny responsibility, they do not accept the blame.
But the world has changed in many ways. . . it’ll never be the same
An uncaring aristocracy, that is rotten at it’s core.
For the first time fails to make the truth a casualty of war.
In a catastrophic blunder, 240 lives are gone. –- Just gone.
Sold for honor King and country, traded for a song. A song.
Half a league of cannon fire. . . half a league of Hell.
It’s a story that the victims never get a chance to tell.
Betrayed by all that they believed, and all for which they fought.
600 son’s of England are just sacrificed for naught.
Incapable of confession, and sincere apology,
they always have an answer in the aristocracy.
600 sons are victimized. 240 of them died.
Victims of incompetence, but that story is denied.
Above all else, confuse the facts. . . Tennyson makes it right.
Turns victims into heroes. He hides them in plain sight.
In a catastrophic blunder, 240 lives are gone. –- Just gone.
Sold for honor King and country, traded for a song. A song.
Half a league of cannon fire. . . half a league of Hell.
It’s a story that the victims never get a chance to tell.
Betrayed by all that they believed, and all for which they fought.
600 son’s of England are just sacrificed for naught.
Bridge to out:
War must have a crystal purpose we all can comprehend.
Nevermore so eagerly should leaders heedless send.
Naive young men to die and kill and into Hell descend.
If you would kill for honor, you’ve no honor to defend.