My Cockney pal was evidently enjoying himself. As he went from one dug-out to another he was singing: "Orl that I want is lo-ove, Orl that I want is yew." Entering one dug-out, however, his voice suddenly changed. In the dug-out were three Germans. Showing them the point of his bayonet, the Cockney roared: "Nah, then, aht of it; 'op it. I'm lan'lord 'ere nah."--_C. Grimwade, 26 Rotherhithe New Road, Rotherhithe, S.E.16._ "Out of Bounds" in the Line One night in October '14, in the neighbourhood of Herlies, "Ginger," a reservist, was sent out to call in the men of a listening post. Dawn came, but no "Ginger" returned, and as he did not turn up during the day he was given up for lost. Soon after dusk, however, a very worn and fed-up "Ginger" returned. We gathered that he had suddenly found himself in the German lines, had had a "dust-up," had got away, and had lain out in No Man's Land until dusk allowed him to get back. The company officer was inclined to be cross with him, and asked him, "But what made you go so far as the enemy position?" "Ginger" scratched his head, and then replied, "Well, sir, nobody said anyfink to me abaht it being aht o' bahnds."--_T. L. Barling (late Royal Fusiliers), 21 Lockhart Street, Bow, E.3._ Epic of the Whistling Nine On May 14, 1917, the 2/2nd Battalion of the London Regiment occupied the support lines in front of Bullecourt. "A" company's position was a thousand yards behind the front line trenches. At 2 p.m. the enemy began to subject the whole area to an intense bombardment which lasted more than thirteen hours. In the middle of the bombardment (which was described by the G.O.C.-in-Chief as "the most intense bombardment British troops had had to withstand"), No. 3 platoon of "A" company was ordered to proceed to the front line with bombs for the battalion holding it. The platoon consisted of 31 N.C.O.s and men and one officer. * * * * * The only means of communication between the support and front lines was a trench of an average depth of two feet. Along this trench the platoon proceeded, carrying between them forty boxes of Mills bombs. Every few yards there were deep shell holes to cross; tangled telephone wires tripped the men; M. G. bullets swept across the trench, and heavy shells obtained direct hits frequently, while shrapnel burst overhead without cessation. A man was hit every few minutes; those nearest him rendered what aid was possible, unless he was already dead; his bombs were carried on by another. * * * * * Of the thirty-one who started, twenty-one were killed or wounded; the remainder, having taken an hour and a half to cover the 1,000 yards, reached the front line _with the forty boxes of bombs intact_.