The Judgement of Valhalla

Excerpt from The Judgement of Valhalla The Deserter "I'm sorry I done it, Major." We bandaged the livid face; And led him out, ere the wan sun rose, To die his death of disgrace. The bolt-heads locked to the cartridge; The rifles steadied to rest, As cold stock nestled at colder cheek And foresight lined on the breast. "Fire!" called the Sergeant-Major. The muzzles flamed as he spoke: And the shameless soul of a nameless man Went up in the cordite-smoke. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.