#Valmy

[amtskind]

serge gainsbourg as marquis de sade in the french three-piece téléfilm valmy (1967), by jean chérasse and abel gance.

unfortunately this trilogy seems to be rather obscure and lost, as i couldn't find any of its episodes to stream.

[unteriors]

E Valmy Frontage Road, Valmy, Nevada.

[argonnenature]

[postcard-from-the-past]

Valmy barracks in Menehould, Champagne region of France

French vintage postcard

[selidor]

Golden Motel (Explore) by This cool relic to a long-abandoned…

[sweetthoughtsbymarie]

August 14th

This weekend is Valmy Thresheree three weeks ago it was Symco and we left this year on a Thursday this year for Symco. And for Valmy I well most likely be there on Thursday Night ish lol. I have fun with one and work for the other guess which one is more fun. However a friend of mine well be picking me up for a bible study on Saturday so I will have about a two hour break which well be…

[eladiorubio]

Batalla de Valmy, una de las más importantes dentro del contexto de la Revolución Francesa. 20 de septiembre de 1792.

[czerwonykasztelanic]

For a new world would come / Every once in a while

[esileikkipuisto]

onnellisuuteni keskiarvo nousis huomattavasti jos en joutuisi haluamattani näkemään jenkkisisältöä

[salmiakkisaatana]

Universumi mää tarviin jonku oikeen pojan jota pyöritellä päässä lähetäks semmosen pian?

[argonnenature]

[ilkkawhat]

[illustratus]

The Battle of Valmy by Horace Vernet

[le-brave-des-braves]

A large crate of Riesling has been delivered by someone that no one has seen or heard. The bottles are labelled as coming from the Johannisberg vineyard, the vintage 1810. It appears to be of very fine quality. But when the liquid is disturbed, through the dark glass of the bottle one may find an image in the ripples: the palace that overlooks that vineyard, each disturbance creating a new view. Now it is the entire landscape, now the gardens, now a dining room, and so on. The recipient may know that this property and its vineyard was at one time owned by Kellermann [ @les-ducs-de-valmy ], but he will have known two men of that name. One condemned him, the other served him in the battle that led him to the judgement of the first...

Wine, how thoughtful.

Ney smiled. It seemed like every gift he received included alcohol. Not that he minded—wine was always a welcome offering. Unless… His gaze settled on the bottle, his fingers tightening around the glass as recognition struck. The name on the label sent a chill through him. He wasn’t even sure how he had come to remember them—five men, once his brothers-in-arms, some even family friends. Five men who had condemned him. At first, the thought of revenge had flickered through his mind, a natural response to betrayal. But vengeance had never been his way. The initial surge of rage burned hot, but it would pass. He was a soldier, a marshal, not a man consumed by retribution.

Unless you were Marmont. Then, you would have a problem.

But now, the bottle in his hands felt like an old wound torn open. He had never truly considered either father or son his friends. The elder Kellermann had been awarded his marshal’s baton like a trophy, no different from the glittering medals pinned to his chest. The son, Étienne—Ney knew him far better. Yet even now, he couldn’t say with certainty whether he had ever liked him. He had welcomed him as a guest on multiple occasions, shared meals and conversations. But there had been a time when Ney disapproved, when he had looked upon Étienne’s careless indulgence in plunder with quiet disdain.

After everything Ney had done and witnessed in Spain, he knew he was hardly the right man to pass judgment. How many times had he stood by as entire towns were set ablaze? How often had he turned a deaf ear to the desperate pleas of families forced to abandon their homes—punished for the actions of the guerrillas?

He could still see them—the long rows of hanged men and women, some old, some heartbreakingly young. Guilty of nothing more than defending their homeland with a fierce and merciless resolve.

No, he had no right to judge Étienne Kellermann. And his father? Why had he voted for his death? What am I supposed to do with this? Maybe because he didn’t care. Did any of the marshals truly care for one another? Once, Oudinot had refused to send him reinforcements. And he himself had refused to aid Soult. Were they truly brothers-in-arms, bound by loyalty? Or had they always been nothing more than a band of ambitious, jealous men, each looking out for his own interests? If that was the case, then Kellermann’s decision made perfect sense. An old republican general—he had never cared for Bonaparte, so why would he care for one of Bonaparte’s disgraced marshals? A marshal who, in the eyes of many, had stained his name with betrayal. Old Kellermann had voted yes. Not out of malice, not out of vengeance. Perhaps he had simply wanted peace. For himself. For his family.

As we said, the Marshal wasn't vengeful. And if he felt like it, he certainly couldn't hold grudges for long...

A wooden box of cigars appeared in front of Kellerman's front door - an exquisite piece of hand craft including the Coat of Arms of @les-ducs-de-valmy and a simple note

Thank you. The wine was excellent.

Ney.

[demonfowl]

Tämän vuoden tuntematon tonttu-lahjottavakseni tuli @aurinauris, joka toivoi teenjuontia. Tässä siis sitä! :>