"Wounded and half drowned in landing, pulled over by the heavy rucksack, then picked out and pulled over the sand - Mullen the artist, like a broken doll, lay with both legs shattered, at the end of a bloody trail. He was beyond speech but out of pain; a glance showed a hopeless case and death was busy with him. A gifted man, Mullen should have landed later with the reserves, but he would not hear of it. No volunteer in the whole brigade was prouder of his beret."
Lord Lovat 'March Past'
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