A Turk rushed toward Selkirk, the cross belt startlingly white against his brown uniform and his mouth open beneath a black moustache. Selkirk parried the wild bayonet lunge, but the Turk was muscular, and he crashed into Selkirk, sending him staggering back. The Turk powered forward, raised his rifle and levelled the bayonet at Selkirk"s chest. His mouth opened in a roar of triumph, which gave Selkirk the opportunity to level his rifle and fire, and then lunge upward with his bayonet.
Selkirk felt the sickening slide of steel as it entered the Turk"s body, gave a slight twist and withdrew. The Turk stiffened; bright blood spurted over his cross belt, and he coughed, spewing blood. Selkirk shoved him aside and looked around.
The Turkish counter attack was successful. The Royal Borderers
