I cannot describe the surge of dreadful, unholy joy which I felt. - Robert Henry Cain

It would have been a sheer waste of life to stay there. I felt extremely dejected. I knew our particular effort to get through to the bridge had been a failure.

For the first time since childhood tears sprang in my eyes. I turned away, swallowing hard, and with rage in my heart.

We passed Taffy Williams, a grand little Welshman and one of my originals. Only his head and face were untouched. The rest of him was unrecognisable.