I am thankful to say I managed to take communion this morning, the
first time since I have been out here, and I took it under very
extraordinary conditions. It was in a large house, which has been
converted into a hospital, and we were in a dark cellar, in which were
several casks of wine. We knelt on mattresses covered with blood, and
we could hear shells bursting outside. We could also hear the groans
of the wounded inside the building, Germans as well as English, but
still the communion service was nice and inspiring, even under such
conditions: _Sergt.-Major Elliott, Queen’s West Surrey_.
Sportsmen!
You see some of us with a saucepan, or a frying-pan, and all sorts of
pots to do a bit of cooking in. We covered a large cornfield one day in
action, and when a few rounds had gone up a hare and a rabbit dodged
my way. I had them both. My pal had a plump little partridge, and then
a fowl got in the way; so we had a good feed at the end of the day.
We pooled the lot and put them in a pot together: _Pte. Oliver, 2nd
Worcesters_.