I saw a fine thing. We went out to take some German prisoners, when the
German artillery began to shell us. We got orders to retire, and on
the way poor Jack Anderson got hit in the neck. Billy Flaxington, one
of our fellows, at once went out in front of a shower of bullets and
brought him in. Even our officers cheered. It showed the Germans what
Kirkstall Road lads are made of: _Rifleman W. Sissons, of Leeds_.
Skedaddled!
I heard of a corporal of the Fusiliers Brigade who held a company of
Germans at bay for two hours by the old trick of firing at them from
different points, and so making them think they had a crowd to face. He
was getting on very well until a party of cavalry outflanked him, as
you might say. As they were right on top of him there was no kidding
them about his “strength,” so he skedaddled: _A Driver of the Royal
Field Artillery_.