During the second battle of Ypres, in May 1915, I was attached to the
1st Cavalry Brigade, and after a terrific strafing from Fritz there was
a brief lull, which gave us a chance for a "wash and brush up."
While we were indulging in the luxury of a shave, a Cockney trooper
dropped his bit of looking-glass.
Seeing that it was broken I casually remarked, "Bad luck for seven
years." And the reply I got was, "If I live seven years to 'ave bad
luck it'll be blinking good luck."--_J. Tucker, 46 Langton Road,
Brixton, S.W._