LIEUTENANT ALEC JOHNSTON.

A brother-officer attached to the King's Shropshire Light Infantry

writes from the Front:--"I thought you would like to hear some details

of the death in action of Lieutenant ALEC JOHNSTON, who used to write

'At the Front' in _Punch_. I knew him well and we were rather especial

friends.

"On the night of the 21st of April the Battalion, which was resting at

the time, was suddenly ordered to attack some six hundred yards of

trenches which the enemy had taken two nights previously. JOHNSTON'S

Company was in the centre, and, after the O.C. had been severely wounded

just before we attacked, JOHNSTON led the Company and captured the

position most gallantly with the bayonet. He then went on himself and

personally reconnoitred the ground up to the German line. He found them

massing for a counter-attack and came back and gave warning. When the

enemy attacked they were driven off with heavy loss. He was

indefatigable all night consolidating the recaptured position, exposing

himself on top all the time in order to move about more quickly.

"At dawn, he sent the only other officer then remaining unwounded to the

safest part of the trench, saying that when it got too light to stay on

top he himself would get into 'the first old crump hole.' He stayed up

too long, and was shot through the heart by a German sniper.

"He was a general favourite and loved by his men. He had done more

dangerous patrol work than any two other officers in the battalion, and

the hotter the situation the cooler he got.

"The way he used to write his articles was very characteristic of the

man. I have seen him lying flat on his face in a tiny dug-out no bigger

or higher than the underneath of a small dinner-table, in the front line

trench, dashing off the first half of one of his quaint articles to

_Punch_. He would have to stop in the middle and crawl out on patrol up

to the German wire, have a scrap out there with a Bosch patrol at a few

yards' range, stay out for two or three hours, and crawl back, soaked to

the skin and covered with mud, to finish his article in time for the

post.

"His name had already gone in for distinction, and if he had lived he

certainly would have had a decoration conferred for his work in this

last show.

"As you probably know, his articles were awfully appreciated by every

one out here, and in his quaintly witty way he caught perfectly the

spirit 'at the Front.'"

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