I had been given a lift in an A.S.C. lorry going to Jonchery on May
27, 1918, when it was suddenly attacked by a German plane. On getting
a burst of machine-gun bullets through the wind-screen the driver, a
stout man of about forty, pulled up, and we both clambered down.
The plane came lower and re-opened fire, and as there was no other
shelter we were obliged to crawl underneath the lorry and dodge from
one side to the other in order to avoid the bullets.
[Illustration: "Fancy a bloke my age playin' 'ide an' seek"]
After one hurried "pot" at the plane, and as we dived for the other
side, my companion gasped: "Lumme! Fancy a bloke my age a-playin' 'ide
an' seek!"--_H. G. E. Woods, "The Willows," Bridge Street, Maidenhead._