During the final push near Cambrai Jerry had just been driven from a
very elaborate observation post--a steel-constructed tower. Of course,
we soon occupied it to enable us to see Jerry's hasty retreat.
No sooner had we got settled when, crash, Jerry had a battery of
pipsqueaks trained on us, firing gas shells. A direct hit brought the
building down.
By the time we had sorted ourselves out our eyes began to grow dim,
and soon we were temporarily blind. So we took each other's hands, an
ex-policeman leading.
After a few moments a Cockney friend chimed out, "Say, Cop, do you
think you can find the lock-up now, or had you better blow your
whistle?"--_H. Rainford (late R.F.A.), 219 The Grove, Hammersmith,
W.6._