Comments by "Colonel K" (@Paladin1873) on "The History Guy: History Deserves to Be Remembered"
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"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds -
and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of -
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
"Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God."
This sonnet is the official poem of the Royal Canadian Air Force and the Royal Air Force. It was written by John Gillespie Magee, Jr., an American volunteer pilot with the Royal Canadian Air Force in the Second World War, who served in a Spitfire squadron until he was killed on 11 December 1941 after he bailed out too low following a collision with another aircraft near Ruskington, Lincolnshire county, England. He was 19 years old. What a loss to the literary world.
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I would like to correct a popular misconception at the beginning of this video. John Chivington was never a US Army Colonel. He served in the U.S. Volunteers (USV), a sort of forerunner of the National Guard. As with state militia forces, the USV augmented the Regular Army in times of war but was separate from it. No Regular Army unit participated in the Sand Creek Massacre, nor did all of the USV forces join in. Captain Silas Soule refused to obey Chivington's orders, and he stood down his company, but they watched the unfolding horror, which he later described in gory detail at an official Army inquest. His testimony was very damning of Chivington and helped turn the nation against him, thus ruining Chivington's planned political aspirations. Soon afterwards, Soule was murdered in retribution. His killer, Charles Squier, though wounded by Soule, escaped, but suffered a most deserving fate five years later in Central America when his legs were crushed, resulting in gangrene and death. Despite his past crimes, his body was buried in Mississippi with honors.
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