The Charge of the Light Brigade

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (written 2 December, 1854, published one week later)

Memorialising events at the Battle of Balaclava on October 25, 1854, during the Crimean War (1853-56). The action, since 'immortalised' by Tennyson's poem, was in fact a mistaken feat of arms, it being militarily axiomatic that cavalry never attacks artillery head-on. The Russians, having driven the Turks from their redoubts at Kadikoi, entered the valley of Balaclava where they encountered and were driven back by the British Heavy Brigade (of Horse) under General Scarlett. Later that day, acting under a mistaken – certainly ambiguous – order, Lord Cardigan leading the Light Brigade (4th and 13th Light Dragoons, 8th and 11th Hussars, 17th Lancers), charged the Russian guns at the head of the valley, and attacked their batteries. Although shelled heavily from three sides (front, left and right), the Light Brigade broke through and captured the Don Cossack batteries at the head of the valley. However, this 'victory' was only temporary, as a larger body of Russian heavy cavalry attacked and Cardigan was compelled to retire with heavy loss – even heavier losses being prevented by the fortuitous support of French 4e Chasseurs D'Afrique engaging and driving-off the Russians on Fedioukine Heights. The Light Brigade's casualties were considerable: 272 out of 673 who took part in the charge, more than one-third ...

Observing from a nearby hilltop, the French Commander, Général Pierre Bosquet – 'though impressed by the dash and élan of the Light Brigade's charge – is reported to have commented on its inefficacy,

"C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre."





I.
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.



II.
"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.



III.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the 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.



IV.
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.



V.
Cannon to the right of them
Cannon to the 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.



VI.
When can their glory fade?
Oh the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!



- Alfred, Lord Tennyson