In September 1915 our battery near Ypres was crumped at intervals of
twenty minutes by 18-in. shells. The craters they made could easily
contain a lorry or two.
One hit by the fifth shell destroyed our château completely. Leaving
our dug-outs I found a gunner smoking fags under the fish-net
camouflage at Number One gun.
Asked sternly why he had not gone to ground, he replied, "Well,
yer see, sir, I'm really a sailor and when the earth rocks with
Jack Johnsons I feels at 'ome like. Besides, the nets keeps off the
flies."--_G. C. D. (ex-Gunner Subaltern, 14th Div.), Sister Agnes
Officers' Hospital, Grosvenor Crescent, S.W.1._