I have had the narrowest escape of my life. The horse I was riding got
knocked out altogether by a shell, and while I was getting another one
to put in its place a shell came and put three of us out of action.
I managed to scramble out of it for about two miles, when I dropped
unconscious, and the next place I found myself in was a French hospital
with enough bandage round my head to make a girl a dress. You ought to
see the sight of a battlefield; it is just like the Crystal Palace on
a firework day but for the men and horses dropping: _Driver T. Tyler,
Royal Field Artillery_.