"When one is a soldier, it is one of two things. One is either in a dangerous place, or a cushy one. If in the latter, there is no need to worry. If one is in a dangerous place, it is one of two things. One is wounded, or one is not. If one is not, there is no need to worry. If the former, it is either dangerous or slight. If slight, there is no need to worry, but if dangerous, it is one of two alternatives. One dies or recovers. If the latter, why worry? If you die you cannot. In these circumstances the real Tommy never worries."--_"Alwas," Windmill Road, Brentford, Middlesex._ Commended by the Kaiser As prisoners of war we were unloading railway sleepers from trucks when a shell dump blew up. German guards and British prisoners scattered in all directions. Some of the Germans were badly wounded and, as shells continued to explode, no attempt was made by their comrades to succour them. Seeing the plight of the wounded, a Cockney lad called to some fellow-prisoners crouching on the ground, "We can't leave 'em to die like this. Who's coming with me?" He and others raced across a number of rail tracks to the wounded men and carried them to cover. For this act of bravery they were later commended by the then Kaiser.--_C. H. Porter (late East Surrey Regiment), 118 Fairlands Avenue, Thornton Heath, Surrey._ Only Fog Signals We were resting in Poperinghe in December 1915. One morning about 4.30 a.m. we were called out and rushed to entrain for Vlamertinghe because Jerry was attacking. The train was packed with troops, and we were oiling our rifle bolts and checking our ammunition to be ready for action. We had not proceeded far when Jerry started trying to hit the train with some heavy shells. Several burst very close to the track. There was one young chap in our compartment huddled in a corner looking rather white. "They seem to be trying to hit the train," he said. "Darkie" Webb, of Poplar, always cheerful and matter-of-fact, looked across at the speaker and said, "'It the train? No fear, mate, them's only signals; there's fog on the line."--_B. Pigott (late Essex Regt.), 55 Burdett Avenue, Westcliff-on-Sea._ An American's Hustle 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.