I was pulling one of our officers out of the firing line when I got
hit. He had been hit four times and he was going mad and jumping up.
Well, that was giving our position away, so I held him down till we
got the command to retire. Then I pulled him a good way with me, and
all the others had got away from the firing line and the Germans were
only fifty yards from me when the officer died. I had to leave him then
and I crawled along till I came on the road. Then I met a sergeant,
who took me to a church which was being used as a hospital: _Pte. J.
Hayden, King’s Own Royal Lancashire Regiment_.