The wounded sang it, too, and the stretcher-bearers.

There came a day when we had our own version of that song, but that night it was new to us.

We only caught a few words--the first words.

The sahib knows the words--the first few words?
It was true we had come a long, long way; but it choked us into silence to hear that battered infantry acknowledge it.
Color and creed, sahib.

What are color and creed?
The world has mistaken us Sikhs too long for a breed it can not understand.