The flight of the Drone Brigade

I Twenty Klicks, Twenty Klicks, Twenty Klicks onward, All in the valley of Death Flew the six hundred. "Forward, the Drone Brigade! Charge for the ships!" he said. Into the valley of Death Flew the six hundred. II "Forward, the Drone Brigade!" Was there a flight delayed? Not though the programmer knew Starlink had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and fly. Into the valley of Death  Flew the six hundred. III Missiles to the right of them, Missiles to the left of them, Missiles in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Precisely they flew and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Flew the six hundred. IV Flashed all the drones in air, Flashed as they turned and flared, Littering a dry-dock bare, Charging a ship-yard, while All the world wondered. Plunged in the grease-fire smoke Right in the water they float; Cossack and Russian Shocked by the missile stroke "What for?", they wondered. Then they flew back, but not Not the six hundred. V Missiles to the right of them, Missiles to the left of them, Missiles behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with missile and shell While drone and missile fell. They that had flown so well Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them.   VI When can their glory fade? O the wild flight they made! All the world wondered. Honour the flight they made! Honour the Drone Brigade, Brilliantly Engineered, Six Hundred!