William Somerset Maugham was among the most popular writers of his era and reputedly the highest paid author during the 1930s. Jamie told the story of what he been through in the war -- what'd got him the medal -- that first night, when everyone was at the table. We were sent to take an uccupied hill. Our maxim was that a hill is always uccupied unless the enemy are actually firing from it. Of course, the place was chock full of Boers; they waited till we had come within easy range for a toy-pistol, and then fired murderously. We did all we could. We tried to storm the place, but we hadn't a chance. Men tumbled down like nine-pins. I've never seen anything like it. The order was given to fire, and there was thing to fire at but the naked rocks. We had to retire -- we couldn't do anything else; and presently I found that poor Larcher had been wounded. Well, I thought he couldn't be left where he was, so I went back for him. I asked him if he could move. 'No, ' he said, 'I think I'm hurt in the leg.' I knelt down and bandaged him up as well as I could. He was simply bleeding like a pig; and meanwhile brother Boer potted at us for all he was worth. 'How d'you feel?' I asked. 'Bit dicky; but comfortable. I didn't funk it, did I?' 'No, of course t, you juggins!' I said. 'Can you walk, d'you think?' 'I'll try.' I lifted him up and put my arm round him, and we got along for a bit; then he became awfully white and groaned, 'I do feel so bad, Parsons, ' and then he fainted. So I had to carry him; and we went a bit farther, and then--and then I was hit in the arm. 'I say, I can't carry you w, ' I said; 'for God's sake, buck up.' He opened his eyes, and I prevented him from falling. 'I think I can stand, ' he said, and as he spoke a bullet got him in the neck, and his blood splashed over my face. He gave a gasp and died.