We were in the front line, and one evening a Battersea lad and myself
were ordered to go and fetch tea for the company from the cook-house,
which was in Bluff Trench. It was about a mile from the line down a
"beautiful" duckboard track.
With the boiling tea strapped to our backs in big containers, both
of which leaked at the nozzles, we started for the line. Then Jerry
started sniping at us. There came from the line a sergeant, who
shouted, "Why don't you lads duck?" "That's right," replied my chum.
"D'yer fink we wants ter be scalded to death?"--_H. G. Harrap (23rd
London Regiment), 25 Renfrew Road, S.E._
[Illustration: "D'yer fink we wants ter be scalded ter death?"]