At the head of the valley the General saw
The cannons, the cannons, the shot and the roar
The thunder of guns and the scream of the horse
“If we don’t act now things can only get worse”.
Send for the reserve, we need the men
If we don’t get them now we can’t ask again.
He chose the best horse and a messenger with dash
Screamed out the message, he was off in a flash.
To the camp at the rear, not a moment too soon
Past the flash of the cannon, rode the gallant dragoon
Through the smoke, through the screams and the fume.
And through to the rear he thought he was safe
But was hit in the head by cannons strafe.
He lay on the ground in the arms of a nurse
And spluttered “if we don’t act now things can only get worse”
The Marshall whispered “How can that be?”
The subaltern’s last words will stay with me
“we need six more consultants at St Peter’s A and E”