human
Come on, lads--come on!
gpt
What's the use? It is certain death to stay here longer; why not lie down, wait till the worst is over and be able to fight again--it is useless, hopeless--it is suicide to attempt such a task. Then just ahead of us I saw Captain Straight crawling slowly but surely, and through the
human
Zing! of bullets I heard his voice, fainter but still earnest and full of courage, cry out:
gpt
Come on, lads--come on!
human
Fellows, I'd have followed him to Hell and then some!