Poperinghe: a pitch-black night. We were resting when a party of the
West Indian Labour Company came marching past. Jerry sent one over.
Luckily, only one of the party was hit.
A voice from the darkness: "Alf! keep low, mate. Jerry 'as got his eye
in--'e's 'it a nigger in the dark!"--_C. Jakeman (late 4/4th City of
London Royal Fusiliers), 5 Hembridge Place, St. John's Wood, N.W.8._
"Well, He Ain't Done In, See!"
During the great German offensive in March 1918 our company was trying
to hold the enemy at Albert. My platoon was in an old trench in front
of Albert station, and was in rather a tight corner, the casualties
being pretty heavy. A runner managed to get through to us with a
message. He asked our sergeant to send a man to another platoon with
the message.