ALEXANDER ROBERTS DUNN

“DUNN FENDED OFF THE ENEMY BLADES, DRAWING THE FULL FURY OF THEIR ATTENTION AGAINST HIM, ALLOWING TIME FOR BENTLEY TO GET TO HIS FEET”
Sergeant-Major Lloyd Smith

The trumpet call rang out across the Valley of Death, its shrill and ominous sound an order to advance towards the enemy. Horses lurched forward, hastened by the roughly 670 mounted men of the Light Brigade, as a cloud of frosted breath filled the air.

Alexander Roberts Dunn, a Canadian lieutenant with the 11th Hussars made up part of the second line of attack. His oversized sword scabbard brushed against his thigh with every stride of his mount, as he followed the first ranks of cavalrymen in their advance across the open ground. He glanced at his comrades around him — all wore the same forlorn expression, the faces of those who knew they were almost certainly embarking on a suicide mission. A