The Final Hours and Last Eucharist

Byzantine Blog

A very busy time at work of late has mean that I have not been able to keep up with the blog as well as I would have liked. To cap it all I go away just as the siege is reaching its climax. In order to continue the story whilst I am away I re-post this article about the last days and hours before the final Ottoman assault, and I try to take some of it from the personal perspective of the last true Emperor of the Romans, Constantine XI Palaeologos, also called Dragases …

We come now to the last hours of Byzantium. The defenders were weary after defending the city since April 5th. The Emperor’s hope lay with a relief fleet from Venice, but this had failed to appear. On 3 May a Venetian brigantine left the Golden Horn flying a Turkish standard, and carrying a crew…

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Prussian Nights

A poem by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn recounting both events and the psychology of soldiers in soviet occupied Germany:

Prussian Nights

The little daughter’s on the mattress,
Dead. How many have been on it
A platoon, a company perhaps?
A girl’s been turned into a woman,
A woman turned into a corpse.
It’s all come down to simple phrases:
Do not forget! Do not forgive!
Blood for blood! A tooth for a tooth!