In the mad rush through the village Dodds was also shot badly in the
leg, and the poor horse, which was carrying us two, was brought down.
The result was that the two of us fell helpless to the ground, and
we were immediately surrounded by a crowd of Germans, who yelled and
acted like a lot of savages. We saw them tearing practically every bit
of clothing from one of our poor chaps who had been killed, and in my
own case they stripped me of everything but my trousers and shirt.
They took from me the revolver that I had taken from a German officer,
and one of them was about to strip me of my shirt when a funny thing
occurred. I often laugh when I think of it. When I was looking up and
trying to think as little as possible about my arm, who should stand
above me but the captured German officer whose guard had been killed.
He said, “You are the man who took my revolver. Let me have it back
instantly.” I said that I had not got it, and that one of his own men
had relieved me of it. “Then come with me,” he said, “and find the man
who took it, and I shall have him shot.” I went around with him as a
matter of form, but I was not having any: _Lance-Corpl. M. Nolan, Royal
Scots Greys_.