"Git!"
"'S truth!"
"Strike me pink!" said Spud. "'Ow?"
"A stray bullet."
"Stone me ginger! but one would say he'd a safe job."
"The bullet 'ad 'is number!"
"So, he's gone west!"
"He's gone west!"
Bill's information was quite true. Our Brigadier while making a tour of inspection of the trenches, turned to the orderly officer and said: "I believe I am hit, here." He put his hand on his left knee.
His trousers were cut away but no wound was visible. An examination was made on his body and a little clot of blood was found over the groin on the right. A bullet had entered there and remained in the body. Twenty minutes later the Brigadier was dead.