Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the
Etc.
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Sigh :( That pic of Herr Bush in the paper this morning, shedding a crocodile tear at the funeral of the 3,018th soldier to die made me want to do him an injury. What did he have to think of to rustle up that tear, I wonder? The time when he was a child and his grandmother wouldn't give him a lolly?
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