During the raid on Zeebrugge, one of our number had his arms blown
away. When things quietened a little my chum and I laid him on a mess
table and proceeded to tend his wounds. My chum tried to light the
mess-deck "bogey" (fire), the chimney of which had been removed for the
action. After the match had been applied, we soon found ourselves in a
fog. Then the wounded man remarked: "I say, chum! If I'm going to die,
let's die a white man, not a black 'un." The poor fellow died before
reaching harbour.--_W. A. Brooks, 14 Ramsden Road, N.11._