For all I know that was the only danger I was in that night.
A battle is a strange thing, sahib--like a dream.

A man only knows such part of it as crosses his own vision, and remembers but little of that.

What he does remember seldom tallies with what the others saw.

Talk with twenty of our regiment, and you may get twenty different versions of what took place--yet not one man would have lied to you, except perhaps here and there a little in the matter of his own accomplishment.

Doubtless the Germans have a thousand different accounts of it.
I know this, and the world knows it: that night the Germans melted.
They were.