During the retreat of 1918 I was standing with my company on the side
of the road by Outersteene Farm, outside Bailleul, when three very
small and youthful German Tommies with helmets four sizes too large
passed on their way down the line as prisoners for interrogation. As
they reached us I heard one of my men say to another: "Luv us, 'Arry,
look what's shovin' our Army abaht!"--_L. H. B., Beckenham._
[Illustration: "Luv us, 'Arry; look what's shovin' our Army abaht!"]