November 1918. The next day we were to move up in readiness for the
great advance of the 3rd Army.
Some of us were trying to sleep in a cellar when the silence was broken
by a small voice: "I'm sure this attack will go wrong, you chaps! I
feel it in my bones!"
It can be imagined how this cheerful remark was received, but when the
abuse had died down, the same voice was heard again: "Yes, I knows
it. Some blighter will step orf wi' the wrong foot and we'll all
'ave to come back and start again!"--_"D" Coy., M.G.C. (24th Batt.),
Westcliff._