Brave British soldiers and the Victoria Cross: a general account of the regiments and men of the British Army, and stories of the brave deeds which won the prize "for valour"
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Brave British soldiers and the Victoria Cross: a general account of the regiments and men of the British Army, and stories of the brave deeds which won the prize "for valour"
Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Great Britain. Army -- Biography; Soldiers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Victoria Cross
two others to his assistance, and on raising him in my arms he said,
‘Lead on the men, McKenna.’ Surprised at such an order, I looked round to
see where the captain was, and there he lay by his side mortally wounded.
No language can express the anguish I felt on seeing one who, though my
superior officer, had always treated me with the greatest kindness, in
this condition. If he had been my own brother I could not have felt it
more. Poor Captain Swift! I shall never forget the last look you gave me,
or cease to regret your loss.
[Illustration: Captain Swift directing M’Kenna to take command of the
detachment.]
“‘Are you wounded, sir?’ was my first exclamation.
“‘Oh, yes, McKenna; very severely,’ he replied.
“On seeing me loading my rifle, he said—
“‘Never mind loading. Take my revolver and lead on the men.’
“These were the last words this good and gallant soldier ever spoke to
me. I mechanically took up the revolver, gave one last look at my dying
officer, and then shouted, like one possessed—
“‘Men, the captain is wounded; charge!’
“I rushed on at the head of the men, and we drove the natives before us
like sheep. We now found ourselves in a small opening on the crest of the
hill. The natives found shelter in the bush to our left and front, where
they opened fire on our little band of thirty-eight men. Our position
was critical. One of our officers was mortally, the other severely,
wounded; ten miles of swamp and bush lay between us and any succour;
around us were three hundred savages thirsting for our blood. I think
it was God who gave me strength to act as I did that day. Assuming an
air of coolness (which, in my heart, I was far from feeling), I ordered
my men to extend in skirmishing order across the clearing, and to keep
up a steady fire. My object was to hold the place for a time, till the
advanced guard, attracted by the firing, should join Corporal Ryan and
the four men left in charge of the wounded officers, so as to have them
carried well on to the redoubt before the approach of night compelled us
to retire.
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