Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
.....................final stanzas of the Charge of the Light Brigrade by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Side of a building at the entrance of the cemetary -- there is a map inside of Sicily and the battles that happened here.
Looking over just one small section...
Royal Canadian Air Force Pilot Warrant Officer I F. R. Yance ... so young....
Private S. R. Watson, Durham Light Infantry....
...just one of the many unknown who are buried here ...
... as you leave...
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