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detached group of the South Lancashires was summoned to surrender.
'When I surrender,' cried Colour-Sergeant Nolan, 'it will be my
dead body!' Hour after hour of the unintermitting crash of the
shells among the rocks and of the groans and screams of men torn
and burst by the most horrible of all wounds had shaken the troops
badly. Spectators from below who saw the shells pitching at the
rate of seven a minute on to the crowded plateau marvelled at the
endurance which held the devoted men to their post. Men were
wounded and wounded and wounded yet again, and still went on
fighting. Never since Inkerman had we had so grim a soldier's
battle. The company officers were superb. Captain Muriel of the
Middlesex was shot through the check while giving a cigarette to a
wounded man, continued to lead his company, and was shot again
through the brain. Scott Moncrieff of the same regiment was only
disabled by the fourth bullet which hit him. Grenfell of
Thorneycroft's was shot, and exclaimed, 'That's all right.


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