At Roberts" quiet signal, the Gurkhas and Highlanders rushed forward the final fifty yards. Jack heard the crackle of musketry, saw the muzzle flares as the Afghans fired, and above all, the high-pitched battle cries of the Gurkhas “Ayo Gorkhali!” mingled with the more resounding roar from the Highlanders.
“Caber Feidh, you bastards! The Seaforths are here!”
“God help the Afghans when that lot get among them,” Jack said. “What a combination, Gurkhas and Highlanders together.”
Singer nodded, fumbling to light one of his foul-smelling Egyptian cigarettes. “I"ve heard the Gurkhas are good, sir.”
“The best in the business,” Jack said.
The initial assault took only minutes and then the Gurkhas and Highlanders were over the first sangar, bayonets lunging. The remaining defenders retreated t
