Who is it?
It's a horse that's been wandering around the no man's land.
What kind of horse?
A miraculous kind of horse, be my guest.
England is at war! We are at war!
I'll promise you I'll look after him, and if I can, I'll return him to your care.
He's my horse, sir.
Can you imagine flying over a war?
And you know you can never look down.
You have to look forward, or you'll never get home.
It is an honour to ride beside you!
And let every man make himself and his country proud.
Be brave! Be brave! Be brave!
