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    The Charge of the Light Brigade
    .
    Alfred, Lord Tennyson
    .
    .
    Half a league, half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.
    "Forward, the Light Brigade!
    "Charge for the guns!" he said:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.
    .
    "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
    Was there a man dismay'd?
    Not tho' the soldier knew
    Someone had blunder'd:
    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.
    .
    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon in front of them
    Volley'd and thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    Boldly they rode and well,
    Into the jaws of Death,
    Into the mouth of Hell
    Rode the six hundred.
    .
    Flash'd all their sabres bare,
    Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
    Sabring the gunners there,
    Charging an army, while
    All the world wonder'd:
    Plunged in the battery-smoke
    Right thro' the line they broke;
    Cossack and Russian
    Reel'd from the sabre stroke
    Shatter'd and sunder'd.
    Then they rode back, but not
    Not the six hundred.
    .
    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon behind them
    Volley'd and thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    While horse and hero fell,
    They that had fought so well
    Came thro' 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.
    Honor the charge they made,
    Honor the Light Brigade,
    Noble six hundred.
    "There are four lights!"

  • #2
    I'll let you figure out who wrote this and why.



    These, in the day when heaven was falling,
    The hour when earth's foundations fled,
    Followed their mercenary calling,
    And took their wages, and are dead.

    Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
    They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
    What God abandoned, these defended,
    And saved the sum of things for pay.

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    • #3
      Another of my favorites, although not a poem, from an Australian officer commanding a machine-gun section during The Great War


      Special Orders to No.1 Section 13/3/18

      (1) This position will be held, and the section will remain here until relieved.
      (2) The enemy cannot be allowed to interfere with this programme.
      (3) If the section cannot remain here alive, it will remain here dead, but in any case it will remain here.
      (4) Should any man, through shell shock or other cause, attempt to surrender, he will remain here dead.
      (5) Should all guns be blown out, the section will use Mills grenades and other novelties.
      (6) Finally, the position as stated, will be held.

      F.P. Bethune Lt
      O/C No.1 Section

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