"Forward, the M1 Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone 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 two-hundred and fifty.
- adapted from "The Charge of the Light Brigade"
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
hoping for a low mortality rate.
i'm scared.
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