Into the Valley of Death we rode to face the enemy of a lifetime. And with sticks and stones they will break our bones, but with our hope comes their despair as we raise our fists into the air and swear to fight until our last breath. And in the end, it was them who has slaughtered us, but it will be us who will be remembered for giving the enemy one hell of fight.
For although we may be gone, the legacy will go on. Not of the six hundred who rode into their death blindly, but of the underdogs who walked with their heads held high ready to fight.
