Last edited by clipper1801; 09-06-2015 at 23:40.
Kipling on Destroyers (love this)
The strength of twice three thousand horse
That seeks the single goal;
The line that holds the rending course,
The hate that swings the whole;
The stripped hulls, slinking through the gloom,
At gaze and gone again --
The Brides of Death that wait the groom --
The Choosers of the Slain!
Offshore where sea and skyline blend
In rain, the daylight dies;
The sullen, shouldering swells attend
Night and our sacrifice.
Adown the stricken capes no flare --
No mark on spit or bar, --
Girdled and desperate we dare
The blindfold game of war.
Nearer the up-flung beams that spell
The council of our foes;
Clearer the barking guns that tell
Their scattered flank to close.
Sheer to the trap they crowd their way
From ports for this unbarred.
Quiet, and count our laden prey,
The convoy and her guard!
On shoal with scarce a foot below,
Where rock and islet throng,
Hidden and hushed we watch them throw
Their anxious lights along.
Not here, not here your danger lies --
(Stare hard, O hooded eyne!)
Save were the dazed rock-pigeons rise
The lit cliffs give no sign.
Therefore -- to break the rest ye seek,
The Narrow Seas to clear --
Hark to the siren's whimpering shriek --
The driven death is here!
Look to your van a league away, --
What midnight terror stays
The bulk that checks against the spray
Her crackling tops ablaze?
Hit, and hard hit! The blow went home,
The muffled, knocking stroke --
The steam that overruns the foam --
The foam that thins to smoke --
The smoke that clokes the deep aboil --
The deep that chokes her throes
Till, streaked with ash and sleeked with oil,
The lukewarm whirlpools close!
A shadow down the sickened wave
Long since her slayer fled:
But hear their chattering quick-fires rave
Astern, abeam, ahead!
Panic that shells the drifting spar --
Loud waste with none to check --
Mad fear that rakes a scornful star
Or sweeps a consort's deck.
Now, while their silly smoke hangs thick,
Now ere their wits they find,
Lay in and lance them to the quick --
Our gallied whales are blind!
Good luck to those that see the end,
Good-bye to those that drown --
For each his chance as chance shall send --
And God for all! Shut down!
The strength of twice three thousand horse
That serve the one command;
The hand that heaves the headlong force,
The hate that backs the hand:
The doom-bolt in the darkness freed,
The mine that splits the main;
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed --
The Choosers of the Slain!
Destroyers of Glory anyone? (Though IIRC a torpedo boat version has long been rambled on about by some among us)
Thanks for the Kipling Algy!
I have lots of his collections but cant remember ever seeing that one!
"Grave of the Hundred Head" is one of my favourites.
Poor old Kipling gets a bit of flak these days now empires aren't PC but he was a master storyteller and poet.
My personal favourite among the poems is What Happened (which should be compulsory reading for members of the NRA) (I'm going to get a round in for saying that).
And among the short stories I commend to you The Gardner.
This should be lovely, Dave! I look forward to seeing you work your magic on a smaller ship. This opens up a whole new range of possibilities for you
All the best,
Matt
I wholeheartedly approve of these - they have NO SAILS!
Four?!
Nice!
Destroyers? Hell, I thought that was the Keldara! :)
So it looks like German torpedo boats from WWI scale out to about 17" long - looks like I'll be needing some advice on how to fabricate these little beasties...
Any suggestions you could offer would be most helpful, Dave!
All the best,
Matt
As for the Destroyer Dave, I will watch its construction with the usual interest.
One day I will embark(no pun intended) on a ship of my own building.
Rob.
"Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death."
http://johnringo.wikia.com/wiki/Paladin_of_Shadows
Check out Book 3's title.
As for the series itself... um, four words: "OH JOHN RINGO NO".... >;)
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