By Sir Ralph Turner MC
“As I write these words, my thoughts return to you who were my comrades. Once more I hear the laughter with which you greeted every hardship. Once more I see you in your bivouacs or about your fires, on forced march or in the trenches, now shivering with wet and cold, now scorched by a pitiless and burning sun. Uncomplaining you endure hunger, thirst and wounds, and at the last your unwavering lines disappear into the smoke and wrath of battle.
——————————–By Sir Ralph Turner MC———————————————-