that helpful of disciplined soldiers rode forward like lions at the words
'Forward and charge' uttered by their Commander, though they were unprepared and
ill-equipped. Every one of them knew that the order was untimely; venture,
uncalled for; strategy, ill-planned, and operation, fatal. The general indeed blundered.
He under-estimated the enemy's might. Nonetheless, they rode into the Jaws of
death with matchless equanimity. The heavily weaponed and out-sized Russian
artillery surrounded them on all sides and started storming with shot and shell
unceasingly. With mere bare sabers, the Light Brigade stood against the heavy
blast of cannons heroically to the astonishment of the whole world. Could the
deafening thunder, or the blinding flashes of cannons drive them home? No! Nor
even the thick battery of smoke that suffocated them there. Like Rudra, the Lord
of Destruction, every one dashed across the field, brandishing his dazzling
sabre and chopping off the enemies as many as he could come across. Their
thundering roar and sabre clashes reverberated the field and seemed more
dreadening than the cannon explosions. Their heroic encounter lasted for only a
few hours, and the battle-field was strewn with the dead and presented a ghastly
sight. In the end the Light Brigade returned light weight i.e., only a handful
returned alive. To be sure their heroic venture is second to none, in any tense,
for that matter.
sense of duty and spirit of fearlessness were versified in a masterly fashion by
'Tennyson, the Poet-laureate of the Victorian period. The Light Brigade became a
byword for loyalty and discipline.