Shrapnel burst among us.

There began to be uncut wire, and men rushed out at us from trenches that we thought obliterated, but that proved only to have been hidden under debris by our gun-fire.
Shadows resolved into trenches defended by machine guns.
But we went forward--cavalry, without a spur among us--cavalry with rifles--cavalry on foot--infantry with the fire and the drill and the thoughts of cavalry--still cavalry at heart, for all the weapons they had given us and the trench life we had lived.

We remembered, sahib, that the Germans had been educated lately to despise us, and we were out that night to convert them to a different opinion! It seemed good to D Squadron that Ranjoor Singh, who had done the defamation, should lead us to the clearing of our name.

Nothing could stop us that night.
Whereas we had been last in the advance, we charged into the lead and held it.

We swept on I know not how far, but very far beyond the wings.