We had advanced beyond the German first line in the big push of '18.
The rain was heavy, the mud was deep; we had not quite dug in beyond
"shallow," and rations had not come up--altogether a most dismal
prospect.
Quite near to us was a small pool of water which we all attempted to
avoid when passing to and fro. Suddenly there was a yell and much
cursing--the Cockney of the company, complete with his equipment, had
fallen into the pool.
After recovering dry ground he gazed at the pool in disgust and said,
"Fancy a fing like that trying to drahn a bloke wiv a name like
Peter."--_J. Carlton, Bayswater Court, St. Stephen's Court, W.2._