That night, lamps were raised on the gates of Jalalabad and bugles blown to guide in any last stragglers, but none limped in. ‘A strong wind was blowing from the south, which sent the sound of the bugles all over the town,’ remembered Captain Thomas Seaton. ‘The terrible wailing sound of those bugles I will never forget. It was a dirge for our slaughtered soldiers and, heard all through the night, it had an inexpressibly mournful and depressing effect. Dr Brydon’s tale struck horror into the hearts of all who heard it . . . The whole army had been destroyed, one man alone escaping to tell the
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