"Amachine gun opens up behind us and then rifles fire. There isnowhere to hide, so we pretend to be dead."
"Charlie goes to him and turns him over. "It's my legs," I hearthe captain whisper. "I can't seem to move my legs." He's tooexposed up there, so Charlie drags him back down as gently ashe can. We try to make him comfortable. The Hun keepspraying out loud. I'm quite sure he's praying now. "Du lieberGott," "
Under cover of an early-morningmist we made it back to our trenches, Charlie carrying Wilkie onhis back the whole way, until the stretcher bearers came forhim in the trench.