As we were going "over" at Passchendaele a big one dropped just behind
our company runner and myself. Our runner gave a shout and stumbling on
a little way, with his hand on his side, said: "Every picture tells a
story"--and went down.
I just stopped to look at him, and I am sorry to say his war had
finished. He came from Bow.--_G. Hayward (late Rifle Brigade), Montague
Street, W.C.1._