You musn’t run away with the idea that we all stand shivering or
cowering under shell fire, for we don’t. We just go about our business
in the usual way. If it’s potting at the Germans that is to the fore,
we keep at it as though nothing were happening, and if we’re just
having a wee bit of a chat among ourselves until the Germans come up,
we keep at it all the same. When I got my wound in the leg it was
because I got too excited in arguing with wee Geordie Ferris, of our
company, about Queen’s Park Rangers and their chances this season: _A
Private of the Gordon Highlanders_.