I saw a handful of Irishmen throw themselves in front of a regiment of
cavalry trying to cut off a battery of Horse Artillery. Not one of the
poor lads got away alive, but they made the German devils pay in kind,
and anyhow the artillery got away: _Private A. McGillivray_.
“A Regular Devil”
There was a man of the Buffs who carried a wounded chum for over a
mile under German fire, but if you mentioned recommending that chap for
the Cross he’d punch your head, and as he’s a regular devil the men of
his regiment say as little as they can about it: _A Driver of the Royal
Field Artillery_.
“Into ’Em, Lads!”
Your son and I had fought side by side, and he missed me. The noble
lad came back through fires of hell and carried me to safety. He was
wounded, but not dangerously. We are all proud of that boy; he is
always in the thick of it. All over the line you could hear him: “Into
’em, lads; the sooner we get through, the sooner we’ll get home”:
_Gunner Batey, Royal Garrison Artillery_.