A certain section of the line, just in front of Levantie, being a
comparatively peaceful and quiet spot, was held by a series of posts at
intervals of anything up to three hundred yards, which made the task of
bringing up rations an unhappy one, especially as the trenches in this
sector always contained about four feet of water.
One November night a miserable ration party was wading through the thin
slimy mud. The sentry at the top of the communication trench, hearing
the grousing, splashing, and clanking of tins, and knowing full well
who was approaching, issued the usual challenge, as per Army Orders:
"'Alt! 'Oo goes there?"
Out of the darkness came the reply, in a weary voice: "Admiral Jellicoe
an' 'is blinkin' fleet."--_W. L. de Groot (late Lieut., 5th West Yorks
Regt.), 17 Wentworth Road, Golders Green, N.W.11._