I went back to the dressing-station. Our wounded man was inside, and a young doctor was busy putting on a fresh dressing. The soldier was narrating the story of his wound.
"I was speaking to a stretcher-bearer about the ammunition depot afire in Lens," he was saying. "'Our shells hit it, and their bloomin' bullets 'ave copped me now,' I said, when something went siss! through my leg."
The man gazed round at the door and saw me.
"Wasn't that what I said, Pat?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered. "You said that their blooming bullets had copped you."
CHAPTER XI
Loos
The dead men lay on the cellar stair,