How I came to be wounded was like this. I had got my bayonet fixed
in some fat German, and I could not get it out in time, and a German
officer hit me over the head with the butt of his revolver. Of course
I went down for the count, and when I came round I found I had stopped
a stray shot with my left foot, so I had to lie among the German dead
until it became dark. Then I crawled to the British lines three miles
away, and into hospital: _Pte. P. Rourke, North Lancashires_.