I went into the room and delivered my message, in French and English, to the wounded men.

Immediately there was a general stampede of all who could possibly drag themselves towards the city.
It was indeed a piteous procession which passed out of the door.
Turcos with heads bandaged, or arms bound up or one leg limping, and our own men equally disabled, helped one another down that terrible road towards the City.

Soon all the people who could walk had gone.
But there in the room, and along the pavement outside, lay helpless men.

I went to the M.O.and asked him what we were to do with the stretcher cases.

"Well" he said, "I suppose we shall have to leave them because all the ambulances have gone." "How can we desert them ?" I said.