I was on the extreme right of the British line on March 22, 1918, and
was severely wounded. I was picked up by the U.S. Red Cross.
There was accommodation for four in the ambulance, and this was
apportioned between two Frenchmen, a Cockney gunner, and myself.
Anxious to keep our spirits up, the kindly Yankee driver said, "Cheer
up! I'll soon get you there and see you put right," and as if to prove
his words he rushed the ambulance off at express speed, with the result
that in a few moments he knocked down a pedestrian.
A short rest whilst he adjusted matters with the unfortunate
individual, then off again at breakneck speed.
The Cockney had, up to now, been very quiet, but when our driver barely
missed a group of Tommies and in avoiding them ran into a wagon, the
Londoner raised himself on his elbow and in a hoarse voice said, "Naw
then, Sam, what the 'ell are you playing at? 'Aint yer got enough
customers?"--_John Thomas Sawyer (8th East Surreys), 88 Wilcox Road,
S.W.8._