Zulu - The Day of the Dead Moon (Part One)
Send us Fan Mail On a single afternoon in January 1879, in a corner of southern Africa most of the men fighting there could not have found on a map, the British Empire suffered the worst defeat in its history, and, a few miles away, under the same sky, fought the most celebrated last stand it ever told stories about. One catastrophe and one miracle, side by side, beneath the same darkening sun. This is the story of the Anglo-Zulu War: a war nobody in London had quite authorised, against a king who had done everything to avoid it, fought by an army the Empire had dismissed as savages and would never underestimate again. But it's also the story of a Welsh mother lying awake six thousand miles from the fighting, of a wall built from grain sacks and biscuit boxes, and of one young soldier who lived long enough to carry the whole vanished world into the age of the atom. We'll separate the legend from what actually happened, the provoked invasion, the medals handed out partly to change the subject, the "Welshness" that came afterward — and we'll try, at the end, to tell it true. Come for the battles. Stay for the woman in Brecon. Support the show For books written and published by Keith Hocton www.entrepotpublishing.com