"Oh Fritz has the wind up (excited) and is rapid firing."
"Is that all? You're from the Eighth, eh?"
"Yep."
"Has the Fifth been doing anything?"
"I heard they had gone over on our right."
I almost vomited with shame as I heard his words.
The two of us successfully dodged everything, and I led the way to the Old Man. The runner gave his message and was asked how everything seemed.
"Are the men holding?" said the adjutant.
"Sure, sir," was the reply with that ring of pride in his comrades that made one's heart sing.
"Take a rest then, my boy, you need it, and take your own time getting back."