The Charge Of The Light Brigade

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.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
  Some one had blunder'd:
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.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
  Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
  Rode the six hundred.

Boston

On April 15, 2013, two bombs exploded near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. My heart aches for the city, the victims, and the race. I pray that whoever is responsible for the attack will be found and brought to justice. 

If only they had known that there's no way to extinguish the spirit of the marathon. If only they had known that behind every Boston runner is a path of a thousand obstacles so much greater than this that have already been overcome. If only they had known that you don't fuck with Boston when it comes to their sports.    

"I am fighting God. Fighting the limitations he gave me. Fighting the pain. Fighting the unfairness. Fighting all the evil in me and the world. And I will not give in. I will conquer this Hill; and I will conquer it alone." ~George Sheehan