We had paraded for the rum issue at Frankton Camp, near Ypres, when the
enemy opened fire with long-range guns. A Cockney came forward with
his mug, drew his issue, and moved off to drink it under cover and at
leisure. Suddenly a large shell whooped over and burst about 40 yards
away. With a casual glance at the fountain of earth which soared up,
the man calmly removed his shrapnel helmet and held it over his mug
until the rain of earth and stones ceased.--_"Skipper," D.L.I., London,
W.2._