TO MY BRAVE COMRADES OF ALL RANKS OF THE INDIAN ARMY I DEDICATE THIS BOOK WHICH IS AN EARNEST ENDEAVOUR TO RECORD THEIR LOYALTY AND UNPERISHABLE VALOUR ON THE BATTLEFIELDS OF FRANCE AND BELGIUM Beneath an ancient pipal-tree, fast by the Jhelum’s tide, In silent thought sat Hurnām-Singh, A Khalsa[1] soldier of the King: He mused on things now done and past, For he had reached his home at last, His empty sleeve his pride.…
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