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Yikes! I don't remember 75% of those dudes. There are a few on there that I am surprised to see go.
@Bootie how about a list for members by "seniority" like we have for "most messages". I would think a kudo for the guys whom have put in the time is just as important than those who "run their mouths" a lot! Just joking guys, I enjoy 99% of the posts I read here!! Forgive me if we already have one but I do not see it.
 
About Cargol and Johnsy I don't even remember when they were his last comments.

A pity about ZZ. Just had to wait for the CronJob to wake up and pass the scythe.
I sent him a message on Sept 20, but he never replied. Something happened with ZZ, it was participatory in the forums.
 
Wow, Zinzan is on the list. Oh my, several former prolific posters on the forum. Let's hope they wander back. BTW, does FGM have and auto-notify service that would email a member to their last known address with a "Hey, why don't you wander back to FGM' kind of message? Not trying to make work for anyone...
 
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600 eh? :unsure:

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 soldier 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.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon 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.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
 
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