Viljiði fá nýjann kork upp sem væri þá bara fyrir angel ?<br><br>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
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.

Alfred Lord Tennyson