A few days ago I witnessed a most exciting incident. A French staff
officer went up in an aeroplane and the Germans opened fire on him.
Shots went wide at first and then all around him. He didn’t mind that,
but turned about again and once more ran the gauntlet. Then the Germans
started again, but that didn’t stop him. He turned once more and came
back before making off to headquarters with information as to where the
Germans were: _Drill-Instructor Anderson_.
“Rotten Luck”
We are all putting up in farms on account of our horses being under
cover from the aeroplanes, which have done a lot of damage. The 9th
had just got in from a good hard day, when a big shell came into their
yard and killed ten men and wounded four. Who would have expected that,
after getting away from the firing line all safe? Of course, they might
have been stray shells trying to find our artillery. But then it is
what you may call rotten luck: _Pte. Robinson, 18th Hussars_.