The Charge of the Lost Memories
by Bubba
Quarter league, half a league,
a full league onward,
All in the chamber of memory,
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Lost Memories!
“Charge for the confidence!” he said:
Into the chamber of memories,
Rode the six hundred.
—
“Forward, the Lost Memories!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Absolutely! T
his soldier knew He had blunder’d:
Mine is not to make reply,
Mine is not to reason why,
Mine is but to do and die:
Into the valley of my mind
Rode the six hundred.
—
Pain to the right of me,
Pain to the left of me,
Suffering in front of me
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 with the Sword of Truth,
Fighting as tho they were air,
Praying as I stood there,
Standing down an army,
while all the world slumbered: P
lunged in the battery-smoke
Right over my stand they broke;
But still I stood
Reel’d from their assault
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back,
every one Of the six hundred.
—
Faith to right of me,
Love to left of me,
Grace behind me
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While memory and body fell,
I thought I had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
Break of day, they turn tail,
Left of six hundred.
—
When can their assault fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All my mind wondered.
I hate the charge they made,
I hate the Lost Memories,
Wretched six hundred.
.
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I Totally ripped off Alfred Tennyson
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