Hours passed, the strafe became particularly heavy, and we began to fear our old pal had been hit. Suddenly during a lull in the shelling far away along the ravine we heard a voice shouting, "Ere's yer fine 'eads er salery 'orl white." He was winning through.--_"Sparks," Lowestoft, Suffolk._ The Old Soldier Falls After my battalion had been almost wiped out in the 1918 retirement, I was transferred to the 1st Batt. Middlesex Regt. One old soldier, known to us as "Darky," who had been out since '14, reported at B.H.Q. that he wanted to go up the front line with his old mates instead of resting behind the line. His wish was granted. He was detailed to escort a party of us to the front line. All went well till we arrived at the support line, where we were told to be careful of snipers. We had only gone 20 yards further when the old soldier fell back into my arms, shot through the head. He was dying when he opened his eyes and said to me, "Straight on, lad. You can find your way now."--_A. H. Walker, 59 Wilberforce Road, Finsbury Park, N.4._ Not Meant For Him At the end of September 1917 my regiment (5th Seaforth Highlanders) were troubled by bombing raids by enemy aircraft at the unhealthy regularity of one raid per hour. We were under canvas at Siege Camp, in the Ypres sector, and being near to a battery of large guns we were on visiting terms with some of the gunners, who were for the most part London men. A Lewisham man was writing a letter in our tent one day when we again had the tip that the Germans were flying towards us. So we all scattered. After the raid we returned to our tent and were surprised to see our artillery friend still writing his letter. We asked him whether he had stayed there the whole time and in reply he read us the following passage from his letter which he had written during the raid: "As I write this letter Jerry is bombing the Jocks, but although I am in their camp, being a Londoner, I suppose the raid is not meant for me, and I feel quite safe."--_W. A. Bull, M.M., 62 Norman Road, llford, Essex._ An Extra Fast Bowler During the defence of Antwerp in October 1914 my chum, who was wicket-keeper in the Corps cricket team, got hit in the head. I was with him when he came to, and asked him what happened. "Extra fast one on the leg side," was his reply.--_J. Russell (late R.M.L.I.), 8 Northcote Road, Deal, Kent._ "I'll Call a Taxi, Sir" During an engagement in East Africa an officer was badly wounded. Bill, from Bermondsey, rode out to him on a mule. Whilst he was trying to get the officer away on his mule the animal bolted. Bill then said, "Me mule 'opped it, sir. 'E's a fousand miles from 'ere, so I'll giv yer a lift on my Bill and Jack (back)."