It was in July 1916. The Somme Battle had just begun. The troops in
front of us had gone over the top and were pushing forward. We were in
support and had just taken over the old front line.
Just on our right was a road leading up and through the German lines.
Looking up this road we saw a small squad strolling towards us. It
was composed of four Germans under the care of a London Tommy who was
strolling along, with his rifle under his arm, like a gamekeeper. It
made quite a nice picture.
When they reached us one of our young officers shouted out: "Are you
looking for the hounds?"
Then the Cockney started: "Blimey, I don't know abaht looking for
'ounds. I got four of 'em 'ere--and now I got 'em I don't know where to
dump 'em."