I got hit by three bullets in about a minute. One went through my cap,
one smashed the magazine of my rifle, and one flattened five rounds of
ammunition in my belt. Nearly all my company wanted to shake hands with
me, telling me that I am the luckiest man in the war. I think it was a
record myself. They wanted to keep the cap, ammunition, and magazine,
but I am keeping them myself to show you when I come home. So you see
I am not to be shot with rifle bullets. At least, that is what they
say here, and I think so myself: _Pte. W. Hinton, 1st East Lancashire
Regiment_.