The grandest thing to buck a man up is the way our men take their
wounds. You do not hear them yelling when they are hit. You hear the
words, “I’ve got it, boys. Hard luck!” It is grand to see the way they
take it, a smile on their face, and not a murmur as they are carried
down on the stretchers: _Pte. A. Robson, 7th Batt. Royal Fusiliers_.