We had been two days and nights in the rain and were soaking to the
skin. My section was told off to hold a farm till we got the order to
retire, but to burn it before we retired. I was in a hay-loft setting
fire to it when the floor gave way and I was sent flying through to the
ground below, and I could not get up. It was hard lines: _Private R.
McBride_.
Roughing It!
I am laid on my stomach on a barn floor writing this with the light of
a candle I am lucky enough to get hold of. As I write this I can hear
our big guns firing; in fact, they fairly shake the place I am in. We
are just going to turn into some nice dry straw, and have a well-earned
sleep. Talk about roughing it: a man that gets through this can get
through anything at all: _Trooper Stephenson, 18th Hussars_.