In the silence, with the full brunt of the South African sun now bearing down on the wounded and the dead, the men finally found Freddy Roberts. He was unconscious, but still alive. He had been shot three times, once in the stomach, and he was lying alone on the veld. His friends rushed out to him, dragged him to shelter, and used his coat to shade his head from the merciless sun. He would die two days later.
