There was worse than nothing to drink, for thirst took hold of us, yet the water in the trench was all pollution.

The smell made us wish to vomit, yet what could the empty do but desire?
Corpses lay all around us.

No, sahib, not the dead of the night before's fighting.

Have I not said that the weather was cold?
The bombardment by our own guns preceding our attack had torn up graves that were I know not how old.

When we essayed to re-bury some bodies the Germans drove us back under cover.
That night, and the next, several attempts were made to rush us, but under Ranjoor Singh's command we beat them off.