We shall leave our dead behind us in the trench.

Then-comrades have carefully placed them out of the passage-way....

There they are--poor sentinels, whom we leave behind us, in a line on the parados, in their blood-stained uniforms--solemn and terrible guardians of this fragment of French soil, which still in death they seem to be holding against the enemy." But the enemy advances inexorably, and within the fort the dead and dying multiply.
"Captain Tabourot fought like a lion," says another witness.

"He was taller than any of us.

He gave his orders briefly, encouraged us, and placed us.