and then a long night march again and into reserves at Harbonnieres. Then the night they were to go up I was evacuated sick and one must be nearly dead before being sent out of the line.
The most realistic of all the fancy pictures one sees that has come across my war path were those marches along the roads and fields packed every inch with traffic.
I had three narrow goes here hardly anyone
didn't have was without a near squeak.
The worst one of the three was a falling nose cap I think from one of our own anties. I yelled out what was that that whizzed passed my face & at the same time stooped to pick it up. Let it drop with a yell It was red hot. The chap behind remarked "that was a near go John" I laughed yes it was