But with the support he gained from his men came the responsibility to share their last moments.
He was following Corporal Breeze when a shell burst at his feet: ‘As I was blown backwards I saw him thrown into the air to land at my feet, a crumpled heap of torn flesh.’ Minutes later it was clear that Breeze was not dead, for:
I saw the stump of his arm move an inch or two… He was terribly mutilated, both his feet had gone and one arm, his legs and trunk were torn to ribbons and his face was dreadful. But he was conscious and as I bent over him I saw in his remaining eye a gleam of mixed recognition and terror. His feeble hand clutched my equipment, and then the light faded from his eyes.
Source:
Holmes, Richard. "Heart and Soul." Tommy: The British Soldier on the Western Front, 1914-1918. London: HarperCollins, 2004. 578. Print.
Original Source Listed:
Vaughan Some Desperate Glory p. 223.
Hell of a way to go. Sad story.