Wounded at Sheria, Palestine, in November 1917. I was sent to the
nearest railhead in a motor-ambulance. A fellow-passenger--also from a
London battalion--was wounded very badly in both thighs. The orderly
who tucked him up on his stretcher before the start asked him if he
would like a drink.
"No, thanks, chum--not nah," he replied; "but you might arsk the driver
to pull up at the ole Markis o' Granby, and we'll all 'ave one!"
I heard later that he died in hospital.--_C. Dickens (late 2/20th
London Regiment), 18 Wheathill Road, Anerley, S.E.20._