We were a desert mobile column, half-way across the Sinai Peninsula
from Kantara to Gaza. Turkish aeroplanes paid us a daily visit and
pelted us with home-made "stocking-bombs" (old socks filled with nails,
old iron, and explosives).
On this particular day we were being bombed and a direct hit on one
gunner's shoulder knocked him to the ground, but failed to explode.
Sitting up in pain he blinked at the stocking-bomb and then at the
plane and shouted: "Nah chuck us yer blinkin' boots dahn!" He then
fainted and we helped him, but could not resist a broad smile.--_A.
Crose, 77 Caistor Park Road, West Ham, E.15._