"It was growing dark, and the enemy trenches were outlined in fire by the flashes of their rifles.  Beyond, and a little above them, blazed the bigger, deeper flashes of their field guns, and our own shells burst like a row of red stars over the Turkish positions.  In front, the long lines of cavalry swept forward at racing speed, half-obscured in clouds of reddish dust.  Amid the deafening noise all around, they seemed to move silently, like some splendid, swift machine.  Over the Turks they went, leaping the two lines of deep trenches, and, dismounting on the further side, flung themselves into the trenches with the bayonet."

- Lieutenant-Colonel R.M.P. Preston