Britain’s Gurkhas – Christopher Bullock

…Once more I hear the laughter with which you greeted every hardship. Once more I see you in your bivouacs or about your fires, on forced march
or in the trenches, now shivering with wet and cold, now scorched by a pitiless and burning sun. Uncomplaining you endure hunger and thirst and wounds; and at the last your unwavering lines disappear into the smoke and wrath of battle. Bravest of the brave, most generous of the
generous, never had country more faithful friends than you.’
Britain’s Gurkhas – Christopher Bullock