I have had some close shaves. Once I looked up for a second at an
aeroplane flying overhead, and a couple of bullets just missed me by
a hair’s-breadth. One day I was filling my water-bottle at the stream
when it was shot out of my hand, and another bullet ripped into my
coat and was stopped against the photos of you and the children. Last
night in the trenches I dreamt I was back home again and was playing
with little Gracie and telling her some stories of the fighting: _Pte.
Hamson, King’s Royal Rifles_.