I was driving a lorry along the road from Dickebusch to Ypres when the
Germans started shelling with shrapnel and high explosive.
By the side of the road was a cottage, partly ruined, with the
window-space boarded up: and, with some idea of seeking protection from
the flying fragments, I leaned up against one of the walls.
I hadn't been there long when a face appeared at a gap in the boards,
and a voice said: "Do yer fink y're safe there, mate, cos we're chock
full o' bombs in 'ere."--_Edward Tracey, c/o Cowley Cottage, Cowley,
Middlesex._