BATTLE OF BARACLAVA CRIMEAN WAR

The Russians occupied positions along the Fedyukhin heights almost unopposed and forced small unsupported Turkish forces to abandon artillery pieces on the Causeway or Vorontsov heights. Lord Raglan and his staff observed, from their position on the heights above Sevastopol, two large scale Russian advances, involving about 3,000 men, beaten off. One advance was repulsed by the deadly aim and steady fire of Sir Colin Campbell’s 93rd Highlanders. (500 men) The other advance was repulsed by the furious charge of General Sir James Scarlett’s Heavy Brigade. (900 men) The Light Brigade, under Lord Cardigan, held aloof from these actions. (670 men) The Russians then began to remove the captured artillery pieces from the Causeway heights. Lord Raglan issued two orders to the Light Brigade in an attempt to recapture the Turkish artillery. The Light Brigade could not see the activity on the heights and when Lord Raglan asked: “What cannon, what guns?’ Lord Cardigan’s aide-de-camp waved his hand in the air and said: “There are the guns my Lord, there is your enemy”. The Light Brigade then charged down the valley, with a withering fire from either side, to the astonishment of Lord Cardigan and his staff. The charge was completed with a loss of about forty percent. The only thing that saved the other sixty percent was the gallant and timely supporting charge of the Chasseurs dAfrique. “C’est magnifique mais ce n’est pas la guerre.” General Pierre Bosquet Now Our Feature Attraction The three hundred were the Scots Greys and the 2nd squadron of Inniskillings. The remainder of the Heavy Brigade caught up in verse IV and the Russians were completely routed. The three in verse II were Scarlett’s aide-de-camp, Elliot, the trumpeter and Shegog the orderly. The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava October 25, 1854 by Alfred, Lord Tennyson I The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade Down the hill, down the hill, thousands of Russians, Thousands of horsemen, drew to the valley — and stayed; For Scarlett and Scarlett's three hundred were riding by When the points of the Russian lances arose in the sky; And he called ‘Left wheel into line!’ and they wheeled and obeyed. Then he looked at the host that had halted he knew not why, And he turned half round and he bad his trumpeter sound To the charge, and he rode on ahead, as he waved his blade To the gallant three hundred those glory will never fade— ‘Follow,’ and up the hill, up the hill, up the hill, Followed the Heavy Brigade. II The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of the fight! Thousands of horsemen had gathered there on the height, With a wing pushed out to the left, and a wing to the right, And who shall escape if they close? but he dashed up alone Through the great gray slope of men, Swayed his sabre, and held his own Like an Englishman there and then; All in a moment followed with force Three that were next in their fiery course, Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made— Four amid thousands! and up the hill, up the hill, Galloped the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade. III Fell like a cannonshot, Burst like a thunderbolt, Crashed like a hurricane . Broke through the mass from below, Drove through the midst of the foe, Plunged up and down, to and foe Rode flashing blow upon blow, Brave Inniskillens and Greys Whirling their sabres in circles of light! And some of us, all in amaze, Who were held for a while from the fight, And were only standing at gaze, When the dark-muffled Russian crowd Folded its wings from the left and the right, And rolled them around like a cloud,— O mad for the charge and the battle were we, When our own good redcoats sank from sight, Like drops of blood in a dark-gray sea, And we turned to each other, whispering, whispering, all dismayed, ‘Lost are the gallant three hundred of Scarlett’s Brigade!’ IV ‘Lost one and all’ were the words Muttered in our dismay; But they rode like Victors and Lords Through the forest of lances and swords In the heart of the Russian hordes, They rode or they stood at bay— Struck with the sword-hand and slew, Down with the bridle-hand drew The foe from the saddle and threw Underfoot there in the fray— Ranged like a storm or stood like a rock In the wave of a stormy day; Till suddenly shock upon shock Staggered the mass from without, Drove it in wild disarray, For our men gallopt up with a cheer and a shout, And the foeman surged, and wavered, and reeled Up the hill, up the hill, up the hill, out of the field, And over the brow and away. V Glory to each and to all, and the charge that they made! Glory to all the three hundred, and to all the Brigade! Main Page