When Faced with Long Odds

Nothing so valorous, nor impossible, have I ever seen -- but I'm stirred by recent events to remember this great poem:

The Charge of the Light Brigade

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.

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Alfred Lord Tennyson