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<h2 class="space">The Charge of the Light Brigade</h2> 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." <ANTIMG src="images/il026s.jpg" class="png" height-obs="300" width-obs="500" alt="AFTERMATH OF BATTLE�" title="AFTERMATH OF BATTLE�" /> 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!" <hr /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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