I have to go right up to the firing line, and when I arrive there I
have to give a hand at serving the guns. It is dangerous work, but we
don’t look at it from that standpoint: we only look to make the enemy
run. At the first battle in which the British were engaged I got a
flesh wound, but was very thankful it was nothing worse, as scores
of my comrades were falling all round me. One of our gunners was so
anxious to see the enemy that he jumped up to look, and got part of his
leg shot away as a result: _A Salvationist serving as a Royal Field
Artillery Motorman_.
Came Down Dead!
I saw a fine “scrap” in the air between a British and a German
aeroplane. The British airman can move about quicker and has a much
greater speed. This is partly due to the fact that the German machines
are armoured underneath. The English airman got above the German, and
they had a fight for about a quarter of an hour. Our man emptied his
revolver into the German, who kept trying to get out of his way, but
could not owing to the Englishman’s speed. The German then seemed to
plane down in good order, but when he got to the ground he was dead:
_Pte. Herman, King’s Royal Rifles_.