"Happy" had joined the great majority. The goat, having wearied of trench life and army service, had gone over the top on his own account. The next thing we knew was that Sandy was "over" after him, shells dropping around them. Then the goat and "Sandy Greatheart" disappeared behind a cloud of black and yellow smoke.--_S. G. Bushell (late Royal Berks), 21 Moore Buildings, Gilbert Street, W._ Jennie the Flier It was my job for about two months, somewhere in the summer of 1917, to take Jennie the mule up to the trenches twice a day with rations, or shells, for the 35th Trench Mortar Battery, to which I was attached. We had to cover about 5 kilos. from the Q.M. stores at Rouville, Arras, to the line. When Jerry put a few over our way it was a job to get Jennie forward. One night we arrived with a full load, and the officer warned me to get unloaded quick as there was to be a big bombardment. No sooner had I finished than over came the first shell--and away went Jennie, bowling over two or three gunners. Someone caught her and I mounted for the return journey. Then the bombardment began in earnest. You ought to have seen her go! Talk about a racehorse! I kept saying, "Gee up, Jennie, old girl, don't get the wind up, we shall soon get back to Rouville!" I looked round and could see the flashes of the guns. That was the way to make Jennie go. She never thought of stopping till we got home.--_W. Holmes (9th Essex Regiment), 72 Fleet Road, Hampstead, N.W._ A Mission Fulfilled On August 28, 1916, we were told to take over a series of food dumps which had been formed in the front and support lines at Hamel, on the Ancre, before a general attack came off. On the following night Corporal W----, a true and gallant Cockney who was in charge of a party going back to fetch rations, came to my dug-out to know if there were anything special I wished him to bring. I asked him to bring me a tin of cigarettes. On the return journey, as the party was crossing a road which cut through one of the communicating trenches, a shell struck the road, killing two privates and fatally wounding Corporal W----. Without a word the corporal put his hand into his pocket and, producing a tin, held it out to an uninjured member of the party. I got my smokes.--_L. J. Morgan (late Capt., The Royal Sussex Regiment), 1 Nevern Square, S.W.5._ He Saved the Tea On the night before our big attack on July 1, 1916, on the Somme, eight of us were in a dug-out getting a little rest. Jerry must have found some extra shells for he was strafing pretty heavily. Two Cockney pals from Stratford were busy down on their hands and knees with some lighted grease and pieces of dry sandbag, trying to boil a mess-tin of water to make some tea. The water was nearly on the boil when Jerry dropped a "big 'un" right into the side of our dug-out.