Near to Cambrai one of our cavalry regiments ran full tilt into a
battalion of German infantry. They flung down their rifles and ran for
all they were worth, with the exception of one company, whose officers
commanded them to stand. They faced round without attempting to fire a
shot, and stood there like statues to receive the onslaught of our men.
Our lads were bound to admire their iron discipline, but you can’t make
way for sentiment in war, and our men rode straight at them with the
lance. They were swept away, and our fellows took most of the unwounded
ones prisoners: _Trooper E. Tugwell_.