"This time I have got my commission," said Charlie to me as we entered our trenches.
But somehow, in our excitement, instead of returning to our own quarters, we had taken a wrong direction, and we arrived at a part distant from ours by more than two miles. Still, you may imagine, whether we were well received.
The colonel on duty congratulated us and asked for our names. To my utter surprise Charlie gave his as ... Friedrich Wilhelm Young.
As we marched away through the communication trenches, cheery and mirthful, I asked Charlie why he had given this name.
"I did not," he said.
"You did."
"Never."
"You did," asserted Pringle and Cotton.
"You are spinning me a yarn."
"We are not," we declared unanimously, "you gave your name as Friedrich Wilhelm Young."