A strong arm, a keen eye, and a disregard for danger are the requisites
for the man who throws grenades or bombs.]
Bomb throwing, he soon found, is “quite a ticklish business, needing
care and accuracy. A badly thrown bomb may kill one’s own men
remarkably easily, and in the hands of inexperienced men I should call
them good allies for the Germans.” But his own efficiency speaks
for itself. In some ten days the records named him as wounded, and he
writes a hasty letter home to say that he is well. “My wound is only a
scratch on the arm,” he complains, “and I did not show it to the doctor
until our return to these billets. It is ridiculous to return me as
‘wounded.’