I had the misfortune to get three bullets through my right leg. It
feels just like getting a kick from a horse. It’s worse if the bullet
strikes a bone, but by a bit of luck all three bullets went clean
through my leg. They were from a machine gun, and it happened just
after we had cleared the Germans out of a wood in order that we might
put up there for the night. I was more fortunate in South Africa, when
I was serving in the 5th Mounted Infantry, for then I only received a
slight shell wound: _Corporal F. Price_.