You know, Bill, it looked hard to see my old chums mowed down like
sheep.... After being under shot and shell for seven hours, Bill,
I know what it is to be at death’s door. You can bet your hat God
answered my prayer, for I asked and He accepted. They were killed on
each side of me, and shells were bursting front and back, but none hit
Joseph, so that was a Godsend. What do you say? I know what I think,
Bill: _A Reservist of the Lancashire Fusiliers_.