There are two of us in charge of each motor, because the roads being
very bad our hands and wrists get awfully tired holding the wheel, and
we relieve each other. Ours is most important work, for it has been
said an army marches on its stomach--that is to say, an army is not
much use if it is hungry; therefore, if I have food wagons attached
to my motor I must be on the spot when wanted--with ammunition it is
just the same, of course. When our ammunition wagons get empty other
full ones are brought up and ours are filled. We never go back to fetch
anything; so it is the fighting line all the time. When the battle
is over--and some of them have been very long, lasting over days and
days--we get what rest and sleep we can, and have a sound meal. If we
have been fortunate enough we have had sundry naps during lulls in the
fighting, and have been able to get our food in the same manner: _A
Salvationist Motor man, Royal Field Artillery_.