"Nuffin'," said the cook, "except that I slopped a dixie full of 'ot tea dahn Bill's neck. I said 'Sorry, Bill,' and Bill said 'Granted, 'Arry,' an' that's all what's 'appened."--_Ryder Davies (late 1st Kent Cyclists, Royal West Kents), 20 Villa Road, S.W.9._ Watching them "Fly Past" Our first big engagement was a counter-attack to recapture the trenches lost by the K.R.R.'s and R.B.'s on July 30, 1915, when "Jerry" used liquid fire for the first time and literally burned our chaps out. To get into action we had to go across open country in full view of the enemy. We began to get it "in the neck" as soon as we got to "Hell Fire Corner," on our way to Zillebeke Lake. Our casualties were heavy, caused by shell fire, also by a German aeroplane which was flying very low overhead and using its machine gun on us. My pal, Wally Robins (later awarded M.M., promoted corporal, and killed at Lens), our company humorist, was looking up at the 'plane when a shell landed, killing several men in front of him. As he fell I thought he too had caught it. I rushed to him anxiously and said, "Are you hurt?" This was his reply: "I should think I am. I wish they would keep their bloomin' aeroplanes out of the way. If I hadn't been looking up at that I shouldn't have fallen over that blinkin' barbed wire stake."--_E. W. Fellows, M.M. (late Corporal, 6th Battn., D.C.L.I.), 33 Dunlace Road, Clapton, E.5._ High Necks and Low After the first Battle of Ypres in 1914 the Scots Guards were being relieved by a well-known London regiment. A diminutive Cockney looked up at a six-foot Guardsman and asked him what it was like in the front line. [Illustration: "'Oo's neck?"] "Up to your neck in mud," said the Guardsman. "Blimey, oo's neck?" asked the little chap.--_H. Rogers (late 116th Battery, 1st Div. R.F.A.), 10 Ashley Road, Richmond, Surrey._ Too Light--by One Rissole During the night before my Division (21st) attacked, on October 4, 1917, my unit was in the tunnel under the road at "Clapham Junction," near Hooge. Rations having failed to arrive, each man was given a rissole and a packet of chewing-gum. We went over about 6 a.m., and, despite rather severe losses, managed to push our line forward about 1,300 yards. When we were back in "rest" dug-outs at Zillebeke, our officer happening to comment on our "feed" prior to the attack, my mate said: "Yus. Blinkin' good job for old Jerry we never had two rissoles a man--we might have shoved him back to Berlin!"--_C. Hartridge, 92 Lancaster Street, S.E.1._ Psyche--"at the Barf!" I was billeting at Witternesse, near Aire, for a battery coming out of the line for rest and training prior to the August 1918 push. I was very anxious to find a place where the troops could have a much-needed bath. The only spot was a barn, in which were two rusty old iron baths.