Two Royal Irish Fusiliers picked me up and took me to a farm, where
there were other three wounded. That night we heard somebody prowling
round the farm, and thinking they might be the enemy, the Irish
Fusiliers hid in a large cupboard, where they would be able to make
a good attack. We hadn’t long to wait, and a small party of German
infantry came in--on a looting expedition, likely. The men in the
cupboard accounted for three, and the others yelled and ran. The farmer
and his wife got scared, and they disappeared: _Pte. Cunningham, 8th
Northumberland Fusiliers_.