Young Murray of the Scottish Rifles, dripping from five wounds, still staggered about among his men.

And the men were worthy of such officers.

'No retreat! No retreat!' they yelled when some of the front line were driven in.

In all regiments there are weaklings and hang-backs, and many a man was wandering down the reverse slopes when he should have been facing death upon the top, but as a body British troops have never stood firm through a more fiery ordeal than on that fatal hill...
The position was so bad that no efforts of officers or men could do anything to mend it.

They were in a murderous dilemma.