I was sitting with my pal in the trenches of the front line waiting
for the next move when I heard our Cockney break into the chorus of a
home-made song:
"'Twas moonlight in the trenches,
The sky was royal blue,
When Jerry let his popgun go,
And up the 'ole 'ouse flew."
The last words were drowned in a terrific crash. There was sudden
quiet afterwards, and then a voice said, "There y'are, wot did I tell
yer?"--_T. E. Crouch, 28 Eleanor Road, Hackney, E.8._