"Where are you going?" he asked.
"For water, sir," said Pryor.
"Have you got permission from your captain?"
"No, sir."
"Then you cannot get by here without it. It's a Brigade order," said the officer. "One of our men got shot through the head yesterday when going for water."
"Killed, sir," I enquired.
"Killed on the spot," was the answer.
On our way back we encountered our captain superintending some digging operation.
"Have you got the water already?" he asked.
"No, sir."