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the red jumped out of his face and up went his arms.
After that they disappeared. Soon afterwards we were
held up by a machine-gun firing dead on the trench
where it was badly damaged, and took refuge in a big
shell-hole that had broken into it. Johnson went to
fetch Lewis guns and bombers. I could see four or
five heads bobbing up and down a little way off so I
fired at them and never hit one. The rifle I'd got was
one of those 'wirer's rifles' which hadn't been pro-
perly looked after, and very soon nothing happened
when I pressed the trigger which had come loose
somehow and wouldn't fire the charge. I reloaded
and tried again, then threw the thing away and got
back into the trench. There was a man kneeling with
his rifle sticking up, so I thought I'd use that; but as
I was turning to take it another peace-time tag came
into my head—Never deprive a man of his weapon in a
post of danger!

"The next thing I knew was when I came to and
found myself remembering a tremendous blow in the
throat and right shoulder, and feeling speechless and
paralysed. Men were moving to and fro above me.
Then there was a wild yell—'They're coming back!'
and I was alone. I thought 'I shall be bombed to bits
lying here9 and just managed to get along to where a
Lewis gun was firing. I fell down and Johnson came
along and cut my equipment off and tied up my
throat. Someone put iny pistol in my side pocket, but
when Johnson got me on to my legs it was too heavy
and pulled me over so he threw it away. I remember
him saying, 'Make way; let him come,' and men say-
ing 'Good luck, sir'—pretty decent of them under
such conditions! Got along the trench and out at the
back somehow—everything very hazy—drifting smoke
and shell-holes—down the hill—thinking 'I must get