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The Travis Letter - "Victory or Death"
February 24, 1836
The world famous "Victory or Death" letter was penned by Lt. Col. William Barrett Travis while besieged within the Alamo by the Mexican army in San Antonio de Bexar. The Travis letter is universally regarded as one of the most heroic letters ever written. Facing almost certain death, Travis vowed never to surrender or retreat and to "die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country — Victory or Death."
The Travis letter is dated February 24, 1836. Some have mistakenly referred to this as Travis' last letter from the Alamo. He wrote at least four more letters. Travis wrote a letter to General Sam Houston dated February 25, 1836 and three letters dated March 3, 1836. One of Travis' letters dated March 3, 1836 which urgently requested aid for the Alamo was received by the Convention at Washington, Texas on March 6, 1836. The delegates to the Convention at Washington had declared the independence of Texas four days before on March 2, 1836.
Travis never did surrender or retreat. After a thirteen day siege by thousands of Mexican soldiers under the command of Mexican President Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, the Alamo fell on March 6, 1836. All of the Alamo's 189 defenders, including William Barrett Travis, were killed. The country he and the others died for, the Republic of Texas, was only four days old.
The original "Victory or Death" letter written by William Barrett Travis on February 24, 1836 is located in the Texas State Library and Archives in Austin, Texas.
The Travis Letter. To the People of Texas & All Americans: I am besieged, by a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna — I have sustained a continual Bombardment & cannonade for 24 hours & have not lost a man — The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion, otherwise, the garrison are to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken — I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, & our flag still waves proudly from the walls — I shall never surrender or retreat. Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism & everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid, with all dispatch — The enemy is receieving reinforcements daily & will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days. If this call is neglected, I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country — Victory or Death. William Barrett Travis.Lt. Col. comdt.
"Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." - Philippians 2:9-11
This is sotiria mpelou, and this is the song she sang to me as I danced before her.
When I die what will they say:
Some boy died,
Some boy died.
A brave young lad died who knew how to celebrate life
A brave young lad died who knew how to celebrate life.
As I die on the ship,
Throw me onto the shore,
Throw me onto the shore.
So that the black fish and the salt water devour me.
So that the black fish and the salt water devour me.
"Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved." - Acts 4:12
Hail, Atlantis! ' I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.'
S' agapo means I love you. A rough translation of,
S' agapo giati eisai oraia, is I love you because you are so beautiful. I would have to look it up to be more precise,
Don't worry about the words. Just sense the intensity of their feelings. The medium IS the message.
Somes get it, and somes don't!
Old men dream dreams.
I don't think she's inebriated in this one (let me sit and think awhile longer). BTW, not only is this woman a creative song writer and vocalist, but also she holds a PhD in Sociology. Oh yeah, get on down!
I am a QueenBee (devotee). I'm DEVOTED and I'm MOTIVATED. MW, CBE (Commander of Bee's Empire).
It don't get anymore POWERFUL than this (embedding disabled by request).
He was there all the time, and He IS. All you have to do is seek Him with your WHOLE heart, and He will FIND you. "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come into him, and will sup with him, and he with me." - Revelation 3:20 HE'S WAITING. Thank you, Father. Glory!
This one's dedicated to the CBK.
Oh yeah, get on down. That stuff the dude was sweeping off the floor wasn't popcorn. It looked like MONEY to me. This post is not so much about the music, as it is the dance. If you haven't yet experienced it, why don't you go to your local Greek nightclub and discover what the joy to zoie really is. Been there, done that.
What about this one? Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Been there, done that.
VICTORY OR DEATH!
Ooopah! Sto carthia mou.
The first vocalist in this dance is the one that crooned to me in NYC as I was dancing before her. She bent down low into the microphone and crooned to me and for me, while all the Greeks in the place were going absolutely ape shyt. "Yasou O Marsalis," was the thundering chant. She was the internationally reknowned and acclaimed, Soteria Bellou. They say that old men dream dreams and remembrances of things past, and it is true. Oh what a night. What a night to remember. That one was a goodie. That was the night that Ole Bill (not so old, then) knocked their socks off at the Greek club.
Looks like they start 'em young over there. Why can't we do that with our children? What is going on? This little guy is alright in my book book.
Can you ladies do this in high heels? Mou aresi ta visia sou!
For The Piano Man, (HB).
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