But Ranjoor Singh stood up with his head above the trench and began shouting to the Germans.

They answered him.

Then, to our utter astonishment, he tore the shirt from a dead man, tied it to a rifle, and held it up.
The Germans cheered and laughed, but we made never a sound.

We were bewildered--sick from the stink and weariness and thirst and lack of food.

Yet I swear to you, sahib, on my honor that it had not entered into the heart of one of us to surrender.