_Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!
Let us do or die!_
ROBERT BURNS: “Scots Wha Hae.”
_And man, whose heav’n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Mans inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!_
BURNS: “Man was made to Mourn.”
I must admit we were all a bit shaky until we got properly stuck into
it, and then you feel in your glory. You forget all fear, everybody
full of excitement. You hardly think of your funeral: _Gunner J.
Robinson, Royal Field Artillery_.
Inconceivable!
People in England can have no idea what it is like on a battlefield,
thousands of dead and wounded lying about with nobody to help them.
After my pal and I got hit we could hear the deadly shell on its way,
but could not move, and had to lay for some time. My pal had his foot
blown off: _Gunner J. Edgecombe, Royal Field Artillery_.