"How much did yer say it would corst to take them tattoos orf?" And when I told him he replied: "I fink I can get 'em done at harf-price nah." When I dug him out I found he had lost one arm.--_E. R. Wilson (late East Lancs Regt.), 22 Brindley Street, Shardeloes Road, New Cross, S.E.14._ Importance of a "Miss" Soon after the capture of Hill 70 an artillery observation post was established near the new front line. A telephone line was laid to it, but owing to persistent shelling the wire soon became a mere succession of knots and joints. Communication was established at rare intervals, and repairing the line was a full-time job. A Cockney signaller and I went out at daybreak one morning to add more joints to the collection, and after using every scrap of spare wire available made another temporary job of it. Returning, however, we found at a cross-over that the wire had fallen from a short piece of board that had been stuck in the parapet to keep it clear of the trench. As my pal reached up to replace it his head caught the eye of a sniper, whose bullet, missing by a fraction, struck and knocked down the piece of wood. The signaller's exclamation was: "Blimey, mate, it's lucky he ain't broke the blinkin' line again!"--_J. Hudson (late R.G.A.), 6 Ventnor Road, New Cross, S.E.14._ "In the Midst of War----" A battalion of a London regiment was in reserve in Rivière-Grosville, a small village just behind the line, in March 1917. Towards midnight we were ordered to fall in in fighting order as it was believed that the Germans had retired. Our mission was to reconnoitre the German position, and we were cautioned that absolute silence must be preserved. All went well until we reached the German barbed wire entanglements, that had to be negotiated by narrow paths, through which we proceeded softly and slowly, and with the wind "well up." Suddenly the air was rent by a stream of blistering invective, and a Cockney Tommy turned round on his pal, who had tripped and accidentally prodded him with the point of his bayonet, and at the top of his voice said: "Hi, wot's the blinkin' gime, Charlie? Do that again and I'll knock yer ruddy 'ead off." Charlie raised his voice to the level of the other's and said he'd like to see him do it, and while we flattened ourselves on the ground expecting a storm of bullets and bombs at any moment, the two pals dropped their rifles and had it out with their fists. Fortunately, rumour was correct, the Germans had retired.--_H. T. Scillitoe, 77 Stanmore Road, Stevenage, Herts._ A Case for the Ordnance A pitch dark night on the Salonika front in 1917. I was in charge of an advanced detachment near a railhead. A general and a staff officer were travelling by rail-motor towards the front line when in the darkness the rail-motor crashed into some stationary freight trucks, completely wrecking the vehicle and instantly killing the driver.