Welcome to Moskurg, Friend!
That's right, you are a friend of the nation! Unlike in Arstotzka,
where all are viewed as cheap labor and called by their assigned
numbers.
The glorious nation of Moskurg is situated on the northern part of
the continent of Forenia. Moskurg has been situated here for as
long as anyone can remember. Everything was peaceful, yet, the soon-
to-be people of Arstotzka had other ideas. They broke the
long-lasting timeline of unity in an effort to subjugate their
population, destroy the environment of Forenia in an effort of
profit, and bring tyranny down upon any who oppose. Arstotzka,
thus, split, declaring war on the peaceful nation of Moskurg.
In an effort to save the citizens of Southern Forenia, Moskurg launched an offensive.
This offensive is destined with the task of freeing Forenia of the
tyrannical grip of Arstotzka.
This is where you play your part in the grand campaign, Friend.
With your bright mind and strong will, Forenia will be free of the evil behind Arstotzka.
Whether you design the weapons, or use them, you, the Nation's Friend, are
making the difference between a better Forenia, and a Forenia still under
the grasp of the Arstotzkan regime. Are you ready to become the Tiger's Descendant?
We believe you are. So, come, Friend!
Into the fray!
The Charge of the Moskurg Horse
1.
Half a mile, half a mile,
Half a mile onward,
All in the Desert of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Moskurg Horse!
"Charge for the column!" he said:
Into the Desert of Death
Rode the six hundred. | | 4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the Arstotzkans there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the foul death
Right thro' the line they broke;
Moskurg and Arstotzka
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred. |
2.
"Forward, the Moskurg Horse!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Arstotzka had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the Desert of Death
Rode the six hundred.
| | 5.
Death to right of them,
Death to left of them,
Death laid waste behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred. |
3.
Infantry to right of them,
Infantry to left of them,
The Column 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.
| | 6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Moskurg Horse,
Noble six hundred. |
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