Terribly swift—a moment—it is gone.
Can men be passing there on high, so swiftly through the air?)
7.
Pass on! Behold the charge;
(Ready! Run low! Run wide!
Our country calls! Our country, and our King!)
Over the open fields, trampling the crops, dropping to fire, rising to run;
(Some never rising, never again to rise ;)
Straggling, thinning, wavering, (God, it is hopeless!—it is too muc!)
Onward, onward pressing, rushing and driving onward;
(I did not know that men could be so reckless and brave!)
Mounting the opposite slope, cutting their way through entanglements;
Gaining the outer trenches, (deadly work for the bayonets!)
Shouting, cursing, groaning, stabbing, wrestling, clubbing with butts, fighting at last with bare fists;
Annihilating the enemy, capturing the position!
(Victory! Victory! Victory!
Our country calls! Our country, and our King!)
