I mind as 'ow the night afore that show Us five got talking,--we was in the know, "Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it, First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it.""Ah well," says Jimmy,--an' 'e's seen some scrappin'--"There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen;Ye get knocked out; else wounded--bad or cushy;Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy."One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.

T'other was hurt, like, losin' both 'is props.

An' one, to use the word of 'ypocrites, 'Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.

Now me, I wasn't scratched, praise God Almighty (Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty), But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not;'E reckoned 'e'd five chances, an' 'e's 'ad;'E's wounded, killed, and pris'ner, all the lot--The ruddy lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad.