Salonika, 1918, a perfect summer's day. The 2/17th London Regiment are
marching along a dusty road up to the Doiran Lake. Suddenly, out of the
blue, three bombing planes appear. The order is given to scatter.
Meanwhile, up comes an anti-aircraft gun, complete with crew on lorry.
Soon shells are speeding up, and little small puffs of white smoke
appear as they burst; but the planes are too high for them. A Cockney
of the regiment puts his hands to his mouth and shouts to the crew:
"Hi, don't hunch 'em; let 'em settle."--_A. G. Sullings (late 2/17th
London Regiment), 130 Cann Hall Road, Leytonstone, E.11._