Taking up ammunition to the guns at Passchendaele Ridge, I met a few
infantrymen carrying duckboards.
My mule was rather in the way and so one of the infantrymen, who
belonged to a London regiment, gave him a push with his duckboard.
Naturally, the mule simply let out and kicked him into a shell-hole
full of water.
[Illustration: "... and that's mules."]
We got the unlucky fellow out, and his first action was to shake his
fist at the mule and say: "There's only one thing I don't like in
this blinking war and that's those perishin' mules!"--_H. E. Richards
(R.F.A.), 67 Topsham Road, Upper Tooting, S.W.17._