And well I might, for never had a Commander been better served.

From first to last a grand spirit of _camaraderie_[7] pervaded all ranks.

At the Peiwar Kotal, at Charasia, and during the fighting round Kabul, all were eager to close with the enemy, no matter how great the odds against them.

Throughout the march from Kabul all seemed to be animated with but one desire, to effect, cost what it might in personal risk, fatigue, or discomfort, the speedy release of their beleaguered fellow-soldiers in Kandahar; and the unflagging energy and perseverance of my splendid troops seemed to reach their full height, when they realized they were about to put forth their strength against a hitherto successful enemy.

Their exemplary conduct, too, under circumstances often of the most trying nature, cannot be praised in terms too strong or too full.
Notwithstanding the provocation caused by the cruel murder of any stragglers who fell into the hands of the Afghans, not one act infringing the rules of civilized warfare was committed by my troops.
The persons and property of the Natives were respected, and full compensation for supplies was everywhere given.