Winter 1915, at Wieltje, on the St. Jean Road. We were on listening
post in a shell-hole in No Man's Land, and the night was black.
Without any warning, my Cockney pal Nobby threw a bomb towards the
German trench, and immediately Fritz sent up dozens of Verey lights.
I turned anxiously to Nobby and asked, "What is it? Did you spot
anything?" and was astonished when he replied, "I wanted ter know
the time, and I couldn't see me blinkin' watch in the dark."--_E. W.
Fellows, M.M. (late 6th Battn. D.C.L.I.), 33 Dunlace Road, Clapton,
E.5._