We were sent up to the firing line to try and save a battery. When we
got there we found that they were nearly all killed or wounded. Our
Irish lads opened fire on the Germans, and you should have seen them
fall. It was like a game of skittles. But as soon as you knocked them
down up came another thousand or so. We could not make out where they
came from. So all of a sudden our officer gave us the order to charge.
We fixed bayonets and went like fire through them. You should have
seen them run! As the firing line was at full swing we had with us an
officer of the Hussars. I think he was next to me, and he had his hand
nearly blown off by one of the German shells. So I and two more fellows
picked him up and took him to a place of safety, where he got his wound
cared for. I heard afterwards that he had been sent home, poor fellow:
_Pte. Levy, Royal Munster Fusiliers_.