At Neuve Eglise, March 1918, we were suddenly attacked by Jerry, but
drove him back. Every now and again we spotted Germans dodging across a
gap in a hedge. At once a competition started as to who could catch a
German with a bullet as he ran across the gap.
"Reminds me of shooting at the bottles and fings at the fair," said my
pal, another Cockney Highlander.
A second later a piece of shrapnel caught him in the hand. "Blimey, I
always said broken glass was dangerous," he remarked as he gazed sadly
at the wound.--_F. Adams (late H.L.I.), 64 Homestead Road, Becontree,
Essex._