We were a helpless, sorry crowd, many of us with legs in splints, in
the hold of a "hospital" ship crossing from Boulogne. The boat stopped
dead.
"What are we stopping for, mate?" one man asked the orderly.
"The destroyers wot's escortin' of us is chasin' a German submarine.
I'm just a-goin' on deck agin to see wot's doin'." As he got to the
ladder he turned to say: "Nah, you blokes: if we gits 'it by a torpedo
don't go gettin' the ruddy wind up an' start rushin' abaht tryin' ter
git on deck. It won't do yer wounds no bloomin' good!"--_E. Bundy (late
L/Corporal, 1/5th L.F.A., 47th Division), 4 Upton Gardens, Barkingside,
Ilford, Essex._