Last orders called, swiftly followed by the obligatory loud signal sounding out. Time for the lads to get the rounds in. A big surge forwards. Have to be quick. No one wants to be late. Get the shots in. All lads together. One lad: down in one. Then another. And another. And another. Your turn: nearly down in one, you stumble, you fall, and now you're down. You didn't even get a shot in. You're late. Over sixteen million are late. A hundred years on, the memory of the dead lives on.