There was a “boy” of the Connaught Rangers who made a rush out of the
trenches under heavy fire to an orchard near by to get an apple for
a wounded comrade who was suffering from thirst and hunger. He got
the apple all right, but he got a German bullet or two in him as well
on the way back, and dropped dead within fifty feet of the goal. The
wounded chap had his apple brought in, after an artilleryman had been
wounded in getting at it, and I hope he valued it, for it was the
costliest apple I ever heard tell of bar one, and that was a long time
ago: _A Private of the Highland Light Infantry_.