What war means to me? by Stephanie Alexandra Jimenez Casas https://padlet.com/stajimenezca/sozm0spzhhc7 Made with serendipity en-us 2016-07-07 17:14:24 UTC 2026-03-20 18:16:30 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Dartstarget.png Charge Of The Light Brigade - Poem by 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 Some one had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's 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 wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!  stajimenezca https://padlet.com/stajimenezca/sozm0spzhhc7/wish/116076954 2016-07-07 17:17:41 UTC https://padlet.com/stajimenezca/sozm0spzhhc7/wish/116076954