A transport packed with troops and horses for the Dardanelles was
suddenly hailed by a German cruiser and the captain was given a few
minutes in which to abandon ship.
One young soldier was found with his arms round his horse's neck,
sobbing bitterly, and when ordered to the boats he stubbornly refused
to move. "Where my white-faced Willie goes _I_ goes," he said proudly.
His loyalty to his dumb friend was rewarded, for the German cruiser
fired twice at the transport, missed each time, and before a third
effort British destroyers were on the scene to chase her away. It
was then the young soldier had the laugh over his friends, for they
in many cases arrived back on the ship half frozen and soaked to the
skin!--_A Colonel, who wishes to remain anonymous: he holds the V.C.,
D.S.O., and M.C._