Book of the V. C

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The guns that thundered for their brave lives' loss Are worn hence, for their fame! The men of all the army and the fleet, The very bravest of the very brave, Linesman and Lord - these fought with equal feet Firm planted on the grave. The men who, setting light their blood and breath, So they might win a victor's haught renown, Held their steel straight against the face of Death, And frowned his frowning down. And some who climbed the deadly glacis side, For all that steel could stay, or savage shell; And some, whose blood upon the Colours dried Tells if they bore them well.