The Charge of the Light Brigade

Was there a man dismayed?

Not though the soldier knew

   Someone had blundered.

   Theirs not to make reply,

 

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

 

Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

   All the world wondered.

Right through the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reeled from the sabre stroke

   Shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not

   Not the six hundred.

 

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell.

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of hell,

All that was left of them,

   Left of six hundred.

 

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

   All the world wondered.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

   Noble six hundred!

 

To say that "It" has been a Hell of a ride is an understatement.  Onward through the FOG and the cannons to the Left of us, cannons to the Right of us, cannons in back of us and...... well, ....  more cannons in front of us.  What a ride!

 

Best wishes to "All of the 600" who have made the charge.

 

Charge!  Onward through the FOG!!  Damn the torpedoes!

 

Okiedo