While my regiment was in support at Ecurie, near Arras, I was detailed
to take an urgent message to B.H.Q.
I mounted a motor-cycle and started on my way, but I hadn't gone far
when a shell burst right in my path and made a huge crater, into which
I slipped. After going round the inside rim twice at about twenty-five
miles an hour, I landed in the mud at the bottom. Pulling myself clear
of the cycle, I saw two fellows looking down and laughing at me.
"Funny, isn't it?" I said.
"Yus, matey, thought it was Sanger's Circus. Where's the girl in the
tights wot rides the 'orses?"