Whilst doing duty as acting Q.M.S. I was awakened one night by a loud
banging on the door of the shack which was used as the stores. Without
getting up I asked the reason for the noise, and was told that a pair
of boots I had issued that day were odd--one was smaller than the
other. The wearer was on stable piquet, and could hardly walk.
I told him he would have to put up with it till the morning--I wasn't
up all night changing boots, and no doubt I should have a few words to
say when I did see him!
"Orl right, Quarter," came the reply, "I'm sorry I woke yer--but could
yer give us a tot of rum to stop the pain?"--_P. K. (late 183rd Batt.
41st Div. R.F.A.), Kilburn, N.W.6._