>>6811295This reminds of Lord Tennyson's Charge of the Light Brigade. Here's the first stanza, as an example:
'Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Charge," was the captain's cry;
Their's not to reason why,
Their's not to make reply,
Their's but to do and die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.'
