We were up to our dead line an' fighting alone;
some plan had miscarried, I guess,
And the help we were promised had failed to
arrive. We were showing all signs of
distress.
"Our curtain of fire was ahead of us still, an'
theirs was behind us an' thick,
An' there wasn't a thing we could do for ourselves—the
few of us left had to stick.
You haven't much chance to get central an' talk