Harold Davis. HERO LEGEND.

RIP

Never have the words legend and hero been more appropriate

From his book ‘Tougher than bullets’


‘The next thing I knew, all hell was breaking loose. Bullets splattered all around me. As they drilled into the soft ground, the mud flew up, showering me as it kicked up from the earth and rained back down. I can remember looking up at the sky, seeing the mud teeming down against the glow being cast out by the flares and just wishing I had a switch that I could turn the lights off with.
The closer I got to our position, the more I thought I’d got away with it – but a searing pain in my foot told me different. I’d been hit. I felt a burning sensation where the bullet had gone through my boot and buried itself in my flesh. It crippled me. I fell to the ground just in front of the safety of the trench.
Then there was another flurry of bullets. It seemed like they were coming from all directions, and the noise was intense, a crackling thunder that just didn’t let up. My heart was pounding; the adrenalin from being hit first time round had obviously kicked in, and I was desperate to get myself out of the firing line’.