Among other works, Alfred Tennyson is famous for his account of the Charge of the Light Brigade during one engagement of the Crimean War. This being a gloriously macabre example of man’s discipline and fortitude before near-certain death. I think our times would offer Lord Tennyson a similarly vivid palette. After all, what was the disposition of mere Crimea to that of the entire continent? All that lacks presently are the guns and sabres in a valley of death. And I doubt their arrival will be long delayed.
The topic of unarmed invasion has been covered sufficiently in these pages and many others. At this point it represents nothing more novel than tactic; the strategy of territorial conquest being older than man. Though it is a tactic against which the effete and pious West has yet to develop a counter. And the irony is that the gambit would only gain traction against modern militaries. If the British 13th Light Dragoons had ingeniously cast aside horse and sword and instead charged on foot toward grim Russian batteries, I imagine the results would have been equally poetic: hundreds of English corpses. Though fortunately for modernity’s swarthier dragoons, Europe has no pitiless 19th century artillerymen at its disposal, and so is (for now) quite helpless against massed infantry lunges. Here’s a remarkable example.
GEVGELIJA, Macedonia (Reuters) – Thousands of migrants stormed across Macedonia’s border on Saturday, overwhelming security forces who threw stun grenades and lashed out with batons in an increasingly futile bid to stem their flow through the Balkans to western Europe.
This is why Russian commander Pavel Liprandi didn’t equip his Crimean forces with stun grenades and batons. Choosing instead higher-yield armaments such as grape and canister shot. It is rumored that military scientists are now feverishly laboring to recreate this exotic technology for future field deployments.
Hundreds remained in a rain-soaked no-man’s land and authorities said they would continue to enforce a regime of rationed access despite the even greater pace of arrivals from the other side in Greece.
This is another foolish departure from Liprandi’s doctrine of theater managent: rationed access. Despite entreaties from British Major General James Brudenell, Crimean War Russians declined to offer a series of staged encroachments to opposing forces. There was no “Alright then, first we let through the 17th Lancers to be followed by the 11th Hussars.” But then conquest was a bit more candid in those days.
Migrants had been pouring across the border into Macedonia at a rate of some 2,000 per day, en route to Serbia then Hungary and Europe’s Schengen zone. Some 50,000 hit Greek shores in July alone by boat from Turkey.
“In this Europe, animals are sleeping in beds and we sleep in the rain,” said 23-year-old Syrian woman Fatima Hamido on entering Macedonia. “I was freezing for four days in the rain, with nothing to eat.”
Two thousand per day into this small country. All countered by stun grenades and batons. How gauche. Consider Fatima Hamido, whose uninvited pursuit of European largesse hasn’t even been met with a feather bed and Swiss chocolates. There she sat in the rain, without the Macedonian taxpayer comping a damn thing. Do Europeans not even comprehend their responsibilities here? They have an indigenous homeland, earned generational wealth, and functioning institutions. Things that others want for themselves. Now step aside please, we’ve been waiting in the rain for days.
Thirty-two-year-old Saeed from Syria said of the blocked border: “We know this was not Macedonia and the Macedonian police. This was the European Union. Please tell Brussels we are coming, no matter what.”
Saeed is speaking a bit too honestly. He should recall The Narrative requires him to be a meek, congenial, itinerant Sunday school teacher who is just looking for a better life ™ and the opportunity to fund lavish European retirements. That he and his fellows seek hegemony over the territories they numerically conquer is as outlandish as the rosy prospects for future European skull rack manufacturers.
On Friday, riot police fired tear gas and stun grenades to drive back angry crowds, in the latest flare-up in a migration crisis that has brought ripples from the conflicts of the Middle East to Europe’s shores.
Some 600 were allowed through overnight, squeezing onto a dawn train north to the Serbian border. But more kept arriving on the Greek side, converging on a filthy, chaotic strip of frontier with little sign of an organized aid effort.
Tired, angry and wet, one part of the crowd pushed through police lines, while others ran through open fields several kilometers from the bulk of police.
Despite the scenes of squalor and chaos, of small children crying behind razor wire, the government insisted it would press on.
“We will proceed as planned; we will control the border and allow as many people in as our capacities allow,” said Interior Ministry spokesman Ivo Kotevski.
Gaze upon the implacable countenance of Ivo Kotevski. We will accomodate as many foreign infantry as humanly possible and not a single one beyond. These are the cold, hard positions dictated by military necessity. Concede nothing to your opposition except for everything you possibly can.
But as the world’s entitled flotsam plunge into the dull teeth of European batons I can’t help but imagine a more effective deterrent has already been devised at history’s long expense.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade.