I was in South Africa, and that was a jolly beanfeast to what this is.
I have been all day soaked to the skin, standing knee-deep in water.
Sometimes all is quiet, then shot and shell come down like rain and
men drop out all around one; but we English Tommies know how to shoot,
and that is more than the Uhlan does. We came to fists with them once,
and we know more about that also. I downed three with my fist, and I
believe I stuck four with my bayonet before I got shot. Our officers
are simply grand. They work with us, and one pulled me out of the
trench when I was wounded and carried me a little way back: _Pte. J.
Hesselop, Essex Regiment_.