Late one afternoon towards the end of 1917, on the Cambrai sector,
enemy counter-attacks had caused confusion behind our lines, and as I
was walking along a road I met a disconsolate-looking little Cockney
infantryman leading a large-size horse. He stopped me and said, "Give
us a fag, mate, and I'll give yer an 'orse."
[Illustration: "Give us a fag and I'll give yer an 'orse."]
I gathered that he had found the horse going spare and was taking it
along with him for company's sake.--_H. J. Batt (late Royal Fusiliers),
21 Whitehall Park Road, W.4._