ME: You wanna go out for dinner tonight?
K: I like food cooked by other people.
ME: What's the matter? You look frazzled.
K: Sometimes being me is complicated.
ME: Why don't you want that bag of old shoes?
K: If you stop wearing flip-flops your feet reject them forever.
Do you remember reading Alfred, Lord Tennyson's The Charge Of The Light Brigade? It was a poem about a near suicidal British mounted cavalry charge directly at Russian artillery during the Battle of Balaclava in 1853. Seems that due to faulty communications the Brits thought they were charging after a fleeing Russian unit, not one dug in and ready to fight. Oops.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone 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.
The "Valley of Death" mentioned in the poem is a real place located near the modern day city of Sevastopol, and the conflict was the Crimean War, 1853-1856. Crimea....sound familiar?
The highest military honor the British can bestow is the Victoria Cross, comparable to the US Medal of Honor.
The traditional story has it that to this day the brass used to make the Victoria Cross is made from actual Russian cannon captured by the British at The Siege of Sevastopol.
There is some doubt today about the country of origin of those Russian cannon, but being a romantic I'm gonna stick with tradition.
Now you know. :)