The air was hot with cannonfire and thick with gunpowder. Smoke dried the mouth, conquering all senses as soot dirtied their faces and blackened the palms of their hands, scrambling through bodies of man and horse. Few were trapped, legs shattered and chests compressed beneath stiff cadavers of...
CHAPTER ONE: THE BATTLE OF BALACLAVA
βThough I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.β
The ground shuddered; dust swept up by a bombardment of grape and round shot, thudding heavy at the feet of the cavalryβs advance. From trot the horses rose...