Now here we have a picture of a sort we seem to lack.
Which is to say, a portrait of "Our artist at the back".
Our Reserves.
A.-D.-C. "What the deuce are you men doing here right in the line of fire? Clear out at once! They're firing ball cartridge, not blank."
Unmoved Private (who has found an excellent place from which to view the attack practice). "Ther' now. We was just a-zaying as we thought 'twas bullets by the zound of 'em!"