 Those who were dying of bullet wounds cried in agony but found no relief. For them, there was no escape. So whenever I read about this battle, I think about how bad the situation must have seemed to those British soldiers. It's kind of like when you're watching your own team in a game. Yes, another sports analogy. And they're just getting blown out. And the whole game is a waste and you regret watching it. And you get to the point where the only thing you can hope for is to save some face and make the game somewhat respectable. But either way, you know that the night is a loss.