AT 6:30 on the evening of the 15th April, 1917, during a German raid
on our trenches on the Ploegsteert Front, my chum was killed at my
side. As mutually arranged in case of such an event, I wrote his
people. Ten days afterwards I received a letter from my chum’s
sister, in which was stated that her mother died the same evening
that he was killed. She died at 10 p.m.
At 8 p.m. the mother had called the family to her room. She then told
them that Billy (the son) had appeared to her and told her that he
had been “knocked out,” but would meet her very shortly.