‘Yes, he’s a good fellow,’ Hume continued, ‘I have to say, if any of the boys had been dunked with sixty-five pounds of shot and kit on their backs, I don’t suppose we’d have seen them again—not alive at least. Now, let me know when you’re ready to move, Eddington, I’m amazed that we’ve had no interference from the Russians thus far,’ Hume added before moving off to have much the same conversation with Number Six Company close by.
As the 95th had come ashore, they had seen the Rifles in the sand-dunes above the beach, their dark green uniforms bobbing about the rough grass on guard against an expected counter-attack, whilst the French skirmishers had done the same, their bugles shrieking incessantly in a way that was to become all too familiar to the British. But only a few seedy Cossacks
