My Dear Wife,--I hope that you have been getting my letters and
postcards that I have sent to you since I have been out here. Well,
dear, I am sorry to tell you I have been wounded, but it is not so
serious as it might have been. I got hit in the head by a piece of
shell, and the wound is getting on very nicely up to the time of
writing. Do not worry yourself; we are all being treated splendidly:
_Pte. A. E. Bell, of the Rifle Brigade_.
Blown Up!
I picked one chap up who had been shot, and asked for someone to come
and help me, and the two of us were picking him up when a shell burst
between us. We were blown up in the air, and turned a somersault, and
it is marvellous that neither of us was hurt. The chap we were picking
up was not so lucky, for he was hit a second time. However, we got him
up and took him back to the ambulance. The Germans finally blew down
our barricade and everything that was movable, and we retired to the
trenches, three miles away: _A Lance-Corporal of the Royal Marines_.