Shortly after midday in August 1956 we had an emergency call to go to an EOKA ambush. It took about fifteen minutes to get there and we found a Land Rover badly shot up and a British sergeant dead and his Cypriot driver badly wounded. We put the dead sergeant on the top bunk/stretcher of the ambulance and the Cypriot below his body. I sat by the Cypriot, who was conscious, and he kept asking me "How is my friend the sergeant?". I told him that the sergeant was very badly wounded and unconscious as it would have been too stressful for the driver to know the truth. He was admitted to the BMH for treatment, but sadly died two days later. I have a lasting memory of how the Cypriot, although fatally wounded, was only concerned for the sergeant's situation. Amazing courage and concern for others in spite of being just two days away from dying from his own wounds. An inspiring memory I shall never forget.