Its horror and its beauty are divine
Its horror and its beauty are divineShelley
The ships left Suakin one by one, leaving a small garrison of mostly Sudanese troops to guard the port. As the Royal Malverns crowded the deck, Jack toured the men, asking questions, and gauging their temper.
“We’re off to war, lads. Keep your bayonets bright and your ammunition pouches filled.”
“We will, sir,” Private Brotheridge wore the campaign medals of Afghanistan and Egypt. He gave a gap-toothed grin. “We’re the Malverns!”
Somebody began to sing the old Royal Malvern’s song, and others joined in, with the noise rising from the ship. Jack had known the words since his cradle and sang with the men, not caring it was not an officer’s place. This regiment was his; these were his men, and they would fig
