The Charge Of The Light Brigade

: True Stories Of Wonderful Deeds

Forward the Light!

Such was the order given during a great battle to the leader of a band

of six hundred British soldiers. Forward! And there in front was a line

of cannon ready to shoot them down as they came, while on the hills on

either side of the valley were the guns and riflemen of the Russians.

"Surely someone has blundered! My men are sent to certain death,"

thought the leader of the
Light Brigade.

"Forward! Attack!"

The order was repeated, and with the obedience of well-trained soldiers

the Brigade started.

"Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred."

On every side thundered the enemy's guns, and shot and shell fell thick

and fast, but on through all rode the brave horsemen, on till they

reached the cannon at the end of the valley. The smoke of the enemy's

fire closed round and hid them from their watching comrades, but now and

again the scarlet lines could be seen cutting down those who tried to

stop their charge.

"Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air,

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd."

And then only, when the strange order had been obeyed, when their duty

had been nobly done in the face of death, did the Light Brigade--all

that was left of it--turn to ride back. Alas! there were not then six

hundred. Barely two hundred brave men, wounded, and blackened by smoke

and powder, reached the British camp. The rest of the noble band lay

dead or dying in the valley of Death.

"When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!"