When I was with the 6th Dorsets at Hooge, a party of us under a Cockney
lance-jack were sent down the Menin Road to draw rations. It seemed as
though the Germans knew we were waiting at the corner, for they were
dropping shells all around us.
After a while a voice in the darkness cried: "Don't stay there, you
chaps; that's Hell Fire Corner!"
"Can't 'elp it, guv'nor," replied our lance-jack. "'Ell Fire Corner or
'Eaven's Delight, we gotta stop 'ere till our rations comes up."--_H.
W. Butler (late 6th Dorsets), 2 Flint Cottages, Stone, Kent._