The incoming army had had fourteen days hard fighting at the end of three months campaigning but were robust and tanned ragged and caked with mud.

As they came in they cheered and the garrison tried to cheer back but it was like a whisper.
Winston Churchill and I stood in front of Gen.

White and cried for an hour.

For the time you forgot Boers and the cause, or the lack of cause of it all, and saw only the side of it that was before you, the starving garrison relieved by men who had lost almost one out of every three in trying to help them.

I was rather too previous in getting in and like every-one else who came from outside gave away everything I had so that now I'm as badly off as the rest of them.