SCANDERBEG he was the best albanian war dude right???

Question

ok???? any 1 albanian and proud!

Answer 1

Yes he was.

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SCANDERBEG

The battle is fought and won
By King Ladislaus the Hun,
In fire of hell and death's frost,
On the day of Pentecost.
And in rout before his path
From the field of battle red
Flee all that are not dead
Of the army of Amurath.

In the darkness of the night
Iskander, the pride and boast
Of that mighty Othman host,
With his routed Turks, takes flight
From the battle fought and lost
On the day of Pentecost;
Leaving behind him dead
The army of Amurath,
The vanguard as it led,
The rearguard as it fled,
Mown down in the bloody swath
Of the battle's aftermath.

But he cared not for Hospodars,
Nor for Baron or Voivode,
As on through the night he rode
And gazed at the fateful stars,
That were shining overhead
But smote his steed with his staff,
And smiled to himself, and said;
"This is the time to laugh."

In the middle of the night,
In a halt of the hurrying flight,
There came a Scribe of the King
Wearing his signet ring,
And said in a voice severe:
"This is the first dark blot
On thy name, George Castriot!
Alas why art thou here,
And the army of Amurath slain,
And left on the battle plain?"

And Iskander answered and said:
"They lie on the bloody sod
By the hoofs of horses trod;
But this was the decree
Of the watchers overhead;
For the war belongeth to God,
And in battle who are we,
Who are we, that shall withstand
The wind of his lifted hand?"

Then he bade them bind with chains
This man of books and brains;
And the Scribe said: "What misdeed
Have I done, that, without need,
Thou doest to me this thing?"
And Iskander answering
Said unto him: "Not one
Misdeed to me hast thou done;
But for fear that thou shouldst run
And hide thyself from me,
Have I done this unto thee.

"Now write me a writing, O Scribe,
And a blessing be on thy tribe!
A writing sealed with thy ring,
To King Amurath's Pasha
In the city of Croia,
The city moated and walled,
That he surrender the same
In the name of my master, the King;
For what is writ in his name
Can never be recalled."

And the Scribe bowed low in dread,
And unto Iskander said:
"Allah is great and just,
But we are as ashes and dust;
How shall I do this thing,
When I know that my guilty head
Will be forfeit to the King?"

Then swift as a shooting star
The curved and shining blade
Of Iskander's scimetar
From its sheath, with jewels bright,
Shot, as he thundered: "Write!"
And the trembling Scribe obeyed,
And wrote in the fitful glare
Of the bivouac fire apart,
With the chill of the midnight air
On his forehead white and bare,
And the chill of death in his heart.

Then again Iskander cried:
"Now follow whither I ride,
For here thou must not stay.
Thou shalt be as my dearest friend,
And honors without end
Shall surround thee on every side,
And attend thee night and day."
But the sullen Scribe replied
"Our pathways here divide;
Mine leadeth not thy way."

And even as he spoke
Fell a sudden scimetar-stroke,
When no one else was near;
And the Scribe sank to the ground,
As a stone, pushed from the brink
Of a black pool, might sink
With a sob and disappear;
And no one saw the deed;
And in the stillness around
No sound was heard but the sound
Of the hoofs of Iskander's steed,
As forward he sprang with a bound.

Then onward he rode and afar,
With scarce three hundred men,
Through river and forest and fen,
O'er the mountains of Argentar;
And his heart was merry within,
When he crossed the river Drin,
And saw in the gleam of the morn
The White Castle Ak-Hissar,
The city Croia called,
The city moated and walled,
The city where he was born,--
And above it the morning star.

Then his trumpeters in the van
On their silver bugles blew,
And in crowds about him ran
Albanian and Turkoman,
That the sound together drew.
And he feasted with his friends,
And when they were warm with wine,
He said: "O friends of mine,
Behold what fortune sends,
And what the fates design!
King Amurath commands
That my father's wide domain,
This city and all its lands,
Shall be given to me again."

Then to the Castle White
He rode in regal state,
And entered in at the gate
In all his arms bedight,
And gave to the Pasha
Who ruled in Croia
The writing of the King,
Sealed with his signet ring.
And the Pasha bowed his head,
And after a silence said:
"Allah is just and great!
I yield to the will divine,
The city and lands are thine;
Who shall contend with fate?"

Anon from the castle walls
The crescent banner falls,
And the crowd beholds instead,
Like a portent in the sky,
Iskander's banner fly,
The Black Eagle with double head;
And a shout ascends on high,
For men's souls are tired of the Turks,
And their wicked ways and works,
That have made of Ak-Hissar
A city of the plague;
And the loud, exultant cry
That echoes wide and far
Is: "Long live Scanderbeg!"

It was thus Iskander came
Once more unto his own;
And the tidings, like the flame
Of a conflagration blown
By the winds of summer, ran,
Till the land was in a blaze,
And the cities far and near,
Sayeth Ben Joshua Ben Meir,
In his Book of the Words of the Days,
"Were taken as a man
Would take the tip of his ear

By world class poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

PLAV- STOP SPREADING LIES! I KNOW THE REAL REASON YOU ARE DOING THIS. YOUR PEOPLE THE MACEDONIANS ARE BASTARD HALF-BREEDS DISOWNED BY OTHER SLAVS AND OTHER REGIONAL ORTHODOX (THE SERBS DETEST YOUR KIND, THE BULGARIANS HATE YOUR GUTS, AND GREEKS WANT TO DESTROY YOU ALTOGETHER). YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUR NATIONAL IDENTITY IS. ARE YOUR PEOPLE VLLAHS, GYPSIES, THRACIANS OR A MIXTURE OF ALL? NO ONE KNOWS FOR SURE, AND NO ONE CARES. YOUR TRYING TO STEAL ANCIENT HEREOS LIKE ALEXANDER THE GREAT WHEN YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT SLAVS CAME TO THE BALKAN PENNISULA AROUND THE 6TH CENTURY A.D. THIS EQUALS NO RELATIONSHIP TO ALEXANDER THE GREAT WHAT-SO-EVER WITH PRESENT DAY SLAVIC SPEAKING MACEDONIANS. NOW YOU WANT TO LAY CLAIM TO OUR NATIONAL HERO?. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. I FORESEE A BLEAK FUTURE FOR YOUR PEOPLE. 30 YEARS FROM NOW PRESENT DAY MACEDONIA WILL BE AN ALBANIAN PROVINCE. SO BETTER START LEARNING ALBANIAN!

Answer 2

Surely you are referring to George Castriota Scanderberg (1403-1468), and not the Giorgio Castriota Scanderberg, the bank employee near Naples, Italy who has made a claim to the Albanian throne. I am not sure if he was "the best albanian war dude", but he must have been better than Enver Hoxha (1908-1985).

Answer 3

yah im proud of that. although not many people know who the hell scanderbeg was/is and that hes albanian.
also adem jashari was a great and popular/famous(among albanians) soldier during the war in kosovo about 10 yrs ago

Answer 4

Of course he was, and why shouldn't I be proud.

To the Bulgarian,

Albanians suffered Slavicization for at least 150 years before the 500 years of Ottoman obscurity. Plus, Albanians adopted Serb first names the same way as Serbs adopted Greek first names (the names being tied to the churches). You should really pay more attention to Vojsava's family (last) name, TRIBALDA !!

(your last sentence is unsourced B.S.)

This name is derived from the Thraco-Illyrian tribe, TRIBALLI, who "warred with Macedon during the reign of Philip the Great." http://theillyrians.homestead.com/tribes.html

He was not Macedonian and most definitely not Slavic in origin, so...

(unlike you, I will finish my explaination)

...the title "Lord Alexander" and the helmet he wore was used to compare Skënderbeg as the Alexander of his time. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arms_of_Skanderbeg

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Answer 5

Why so nervous? You did not comment the origin of the names. In that times there are not Albanians - they are settled in Balkans later, like Turkish land-keepers. All toponymes in Albania are Macedonian - Tirana is TRNAVA, Elbasan is KONJUH, Dures is DRACH, ..What about CHOROVODA ? BISTRICA, Plaza GOLEMIT???
And about your prediction - do not worry about MY people - Elf-people will live forever. But Albanians-Orcs ...what big deal of their leaving ? Useless completely.

Answer 6

His mother was Voislava, and that is not an Albanian name. His sisters were Mamica, Morfa, Marija and brother Reposh, which are Slav names. His official language was old-Slav Cyrillic, his official sign and seal was A Golden Macedonian Lion on red square. So...