With An Apology To Tennyson

 1.Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward,All in the valley of Death Rode the thirty-four.“Forward, the Light Brigade!“Charge for the guns!” he said:Into the valley of Death Rode the thirty-four.2.“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…