This is the way I heard it.

A young officer in a pivotal battle,

exasperated by the indecision of his own general,

takes matters into his own hands.

Leaping astride, his trusty steed,

he gallops to the front of the line to rally the troops.

From the back of his horse, he laughs at the enemy,

ignores the bullets that fly past his head

and addresses the men like Henry V.

At Agon Court.

According to many first-hand accounts,

it was the kind of moment that inspires a statue.

He was suddenly in front of the line, said one soldier,

his eyes flashing, pointing with his saber to the advancing foe,

with a voice that rang clear as a trumpet.

He came from nowhere, said another, and electrified the men.

He simply willed us to follow him.

And so he did.

In a totally audacious maneuver,

the young officer led 3,000 men straight into the flank

of a superior foe, scattering the enemy

and allowing his general to simply march his remaining force

...