WAR’S UNKNOWN HEROES
Some men, dressed in civilian clothes, gathered together in the smoking-room of the hotel, discussing the joys and sorrows of life at the Front.
“Well, I’ve been with the Army and had a very interesting time,” said one.
“Ever got really alone with the enemy?” asked another.
“Rather! I once took two of their officers.”
“Unaided?”
“Of course! And the very next day I took eight men!”
“All wounded, I expect,” sneered a listener. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
“Just a slight scratch, that’s all. And two days after I took a transport wagon, and followed up that by taking a big gun.”
“Sir,” said a disagreeable auditor, “I have seen some of the finest specimens of anything you can call to mind, but I wish to state that you are the biggest romancer that ever trod this earth.”
“Oh no, I am not that,” replied the hero; “but I am a photographer!”