I pleadid with her, sir, not to risk my life, for the sake of the eight children, even if she didn't have no love or affection for me.

I reminded her as she'd stand a divil of a chanst of gettin' married again, havin' all them eight children.

I told her the aviation orficer had promised to take me flyin' with him to-morrow mornin', and if I lost my life in a wheeled vehicle there'd be no more flyin' fir me because I don't look to be a angel immediate I get into the next world.

All she says to me was, like she was a Sergeant Major and I was a recruity, 'You get into this buggy, Patrick McGillicuddy.' So, as orders is orders, sir, I got in, and I stayed in until my fears of that horse's hind feet right under nay nose got the better of my duty to Missis McGillicuddy, as my superior orficer.

I begun to feel hollow inside, like a man feels when he's ordered into action and the artillery is ploughing up the ground with shells.