“By this time we had penetrated the German front line, and were on
the flat ground where the village once stood, surrounded by a wood
of fairly high trees. There was no holding the men back. They rushed
through Ginchy, driving the Germans before them. The German dead were
lying everywhere, some of them having been frightfully mangled by our
shell-fire. As I was clambering out of the front trench, I felt a
sudden stab in my right thigh. I thought I had got a ‘blighty’ [a
wound serious enough to send him back to Britain], but found it was
only a graze from a bullet, and so went on.
[Illustration:
_Drawn by Joseph Cummings Chase._