It was on the Mons-Condé Canal, on the afternoon of August 23, 1914.
Our artillery had just opened up when a tiny Cockney trumpeter, who
could not have been more than 15 years old, came galloping up to us
with a message.
[Illustration: "They're coming on in millions."]
"How are the gunners going on, boy?" said my captain.
"Knocking 'em down in fousands, sir," replied the lad.
"Good," said the captain.
"Yus, and they're coming on in millions," replied the boy as he rode
away to his battery.
A plucky kid, that.--_W. H. White, 29 Clive Road, Colliers Wood,
S.W.19._