On arriving at the hospital at Dames Camiers, we were put to bed. In
the next bed to mine was a young Cockney who had lost three fingers of
his right hand and his left arm below the elbow.
The hospital orderly came to take particulars of our wounds, etc.
Having finished with me, he turned to the Cockney. Rank, name, and
regimental number were given, and then the orderly asked, "Which
division are you from?"
"Why, the 19th," came the answer; and then, as an afterthought, "that's
the butterfly division, yer know, but I've 'ad me blinkin' wings
clipped."--_H. Redford (late R.F.A.), 49 Anselm Road, Fulham, S.W.6._