To this day you cannot speak the name of Ciudad Rodrigo to me but I hear my own bugle chiming with the rest below the breaches and swelling the notes of the advance, and my heart swells with it.

But I tell you strictly what I saw, and I tell it for this reason only--that the story to which you have been listening points through those breaches, and within them has its end.
To me, watching them day by day from the hillside, they appeared but trifling gaps in the fortifications.

On the 19th I never dreamed that they were capable of assault; indeed, in the lesser breach to the left my inexpert eyes could detect no gap at all.

What chiefly impressed me at this time was our enemy's superiority in ammunition.
Their guns fired at least thrice to our once.
Still holding myself strictly to what I saw, I can tell you even less of the assault itself.

I can tell, indeed, how, on the evening of the 19th, when we were looking forward to another turn at the trenches with the Third Division, General Craufurd unexpectedly paraded us; and how, at a nod from him, Major Napier addressed us.
"Men of the Light Division," he said, "we assault to-night.