My chum Moore and I enlisted at the same time, served together at the front, lost our left legs in the same fight, and are now engaged in the same work—trying to help the Cause.
"Yes," said he.
"I got mine there too."
"The devil, you say!"
"Sure," I said.
"What you got?" he asked.
"An explosive bullet."
"Well, I'm jiggered, I was hit by one, too. But where did it take you?"
"In the ankle."