Poem: Light Brigade - By Alfred Tennyson. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Forward, the Light Brigade! Was there a man dismay’d? Not tho’ the soldier knew Some one had blunder’d. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Question: In the first stanza of the extract, the soldiers are :

1. talking to each other about their personal problems.
2. waiting for their commander’s order.
3. thinking about the result of the war.
4. seen riding fast to the enemy territory.