He was perfectly conscious, but was reported to be seriously wounded.

He was laid out on one of the tables and when his torn uniform was ripped off, we found he had been hit by shrapnel and had ten or twelve wounds in his body and limbs.

I never saw anyone more brave.

He was a beautifully developed man, with very white skin, and on the grey blanket looked like a marble statue, marked here and there by red, bleeding wounds.

He never gave a sign by sound or movement of what he was suffering; but his white face showed the approach of death.