Victoria Cross

How uncomfortable I was, sun beating down, wished I was back home in Esher, I didn't have to kill anyone in Surrey, now life and death, always in a hurry. It was what I was paid for, King and country, with all this gear on, so damn heavy; some sort of pillbox ahead, giving trouble, remembered my commander: 'At the double.' Then one of us was down, poor devil, do I just leave him there in the sand? No, I can't do that, I'm up towards him, my chances are poor, life expectancy grim. Drag back, nearly there, then the sting, in the shoulder, damn, it really hurt, pushed comrade into cover, over a ridge, then there coming, other side of the bridge. My mother was told about the son she adored, unfortunately, I wouldn't be around to collect the award.