FOOTNOTES:
[1] A nice warm reception for a prodigal son. I was not 21, and it set me thinking of the comfortable home in Norwich that I had left.
[2] Now she can boast of other heroes—to wit, Troubridge, of Inkermann; Windham, of the Redan; Wilson, of Delhi; and another Wilson, of El Teb.
[3] The total force engaged that night was about 1,500 men against 15,000;—the same number of unconquerable British soldiers that stood triumphant on the fatal Hill of Albuera.
[4] And that vow was kept not only by the 97th.
[5] The 97th could be distinctly heard shouting “Remember Captain Vicars, boys,” “Stick to them;” and the Officers shouting “Give it home, my lads.”
[6] It is well I had picked men with me, or all would have been taken prisoners or killed on the spot.
[7] The Generals’ watches had been timed alike, and as the minute hand denoted twelve (mid-day) the French sprang forward.
[8] A great number of these men were ready for anything, life or death. On the night of the 7th September they assembled in hundreds in front of their lines, and committed themselves into the hands of an all-wise God in prayer and praise, while others burst forth with the National Anthem. Such were the men who stormed Sebastopol. Hundreds of them never saw another sun set.