At Sorrel le Grand, which our division had just taken in 1917, we took
up a good position for our machine gun in a small dug-out.
I was cleaning my revolver on one of the steps, and it accidentally
went off.
To my surprise and horror the bullet struck one of my comrades (who was
in a sitting position) in the centre of his steel helmet, creating a
huge dent.
His remark was: "Lummy, it was a jolly good job I was reading one of
my girl's letters," and then continued reading.--_Robt. Fisher (late
Corpl., M.G.C.), 15 Mayesbrook Road, Goodmayes, Essex._