AQA Anthology - Power and Conflict Quotes

Stumbling across a field of clods

Is it that we are dying?

Into the valley of death rode the six hundred

His bloody life in my bloody hands

The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye

Snow-dazed

Half a league, half a league, half a league onwards

His bloody-shadow stays on the street

He lugged a rifle numb as a smashed arm

Our brains ache

Stormed at with Shot and shell

Probably armed, possibly…