The Charge of the Light Brigade

Lord Raglan:
Young ladies should concern themselves with what is pretty. England is pretty... babies are pretty... some table linen can be very pretty...

Lord Cardigan:
Paymaster? Paymaster Duberley? That ain't a rank, it's a trade!

Lord Raglan:
It will be a sad day for England when her armies are officered by men who know too well what they are doing- it smacks of murder.

Mogg:
(when a young officer faints at the sight of a man being flogged): Always one of your younger type of hofficer fetches up or flops over. They fades away like Lily at bedtime.

Mogg:
[observing a flogging] They won't fight unless they're flogged to it. Would you 'ave them fight for money - or ideas? That would be hun-Christian.

Lord Cardigan:
[during the Battle of the Alma] Lucan, you're a stewstick.

Lord Lucan aka George Charles Bingham:
Fetch off!

Lord Cardigan:
Poltroon.

Lord Lucan aka George Charles Bingham:
Bum-roll!

Lord Cardigan:
Why don't you draw your horse from round your ears? Bring your head out of his arse.

Lord Cardigan:
[returning from the charge] Has anybody seen my regiment?

Lord Cardigan:
[looking at a row of tents] If that line's straight, I'm a Turk's arse.

Lord Cardigan:
You were born dishonoured and a lie, and you will die in lies!

Lord Cardigan:
Well, here goes the last of the Brudenells. The Brigade will advance ! Trumpeter, walk march !

Lord Cardigan:
I shall have you arrested. You *are* arrested. Go to your quarters, sir, and be arrested!

Lord Cardigan:
[about to jump on Mrs Duberly] It is by no means a bad thing when getting onto a strange horse for the first time to give the middle of the saddle three or four bangs with the flat of your hand!

Capt. Louis Edward Nolan:
One day there will be an army where troopers will not be force to fight by floggings and hard reins. An army, a Christian army that fights because it is paid well to fight. And fights well because its women and children are well cared for. An army that is efficient and of a professional feather. I must fight for such an army... That army will bring the first of the modern wars, and the last of the gallop.

Lord Cardigan:
[of his soldiers] If they can't fornicate they can't fight, and if they don't fight hard I'll flog their backs raw.

Capt. Louis Edward Nolan:
There is no place happier than a cavalry mess, if one is a stupid, inconsiderate and lazy man one can fit as a round peg into a snug round hole. At times I'm so pent-up with their languor I could scrap hold of any two of them and bang their noddles together till their doodles drop off.

Maj. Gen. Sir John Campbell:
[to the Highland Calvary] Whoever is wounded, lie where he is until a bandsman comes to him. No soldier may go off carrying wounded men. If any man does such a thing, his name shall be stuck up in his parish church. Come! Advance!

Dying Highlander:
[to Captain Nolan] Peacock Bastard! Where were you and Lord Lucan?