We had no cover, and simply walked into the German army, who were about
twenty to one. We bayoneted and charged several times. They shouted
for mercy. They can’t face steel. I think I was just mad, and the rest
were, too, at seeing chums go under. You simply don’t think about
yourself; all your thought is to get at them. I felt right proud to
be a Britisher, especially a Cameron. If I do go under, it will be
fighting with a rifle in my hand and like a Britisher; but, at the same
time, a few Germans are already my victims: _A Private of the Cameron
Highlanders_.