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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF THEM
“Tell me about the glorious charge of the Light Brigade, Grandpa.”
“Ah, Tennyson,” said my grandfather with a mischievous twinkle in his faded green eyes. “School?”
“I have to write a report about the poem.”
“‘Cannon to the right…cannon to the left’…tommyrot! Real valley of death was that bloomin’ pestilential hospital.”
“But you were wounded. A hero.”
“Poppycock! We just did what we were told. The true hero was the angel who cared for us. The lady with the lamp, we called her.”
“What happened to her?”
“For all her troubles, she contracted Crimean fever and is a homebound invalid.”
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