There was a scattering of bodies on the scrubby ground that led up to the still-smouldering wooden stockade, victims of heat as well as Burmese resistance. Amidst the c*****e, many men of the 51st lay in whatever shade they could find with their white caps and the sun flap over the neck their only protection against the relentless sun.
"It"s hot," Coleman said.
"It"s b****y India," O"Neill added.
"It"s b****y Burma," Wells corrected. "Brave men to storm this place." He nodded to the ladders that leaned against the logs.
That should have been us; we had as much danger but no glory.
That should have been us; we had as much danger but no glory.Jack stepped through the wide-open gate of the White House Picket. Ammunition for the Burmese cannon – iron balls and stone, – was piled everywher
