He came into the dugout, and, like a child clinging to his mother clasped the officer with his arms.

The latter could not be angry with the lad.

There was nothing to do at that point but to hold on and wait, so, as he said to me, "I looked at the boy and thought of his mother, and just leaned down and gave him a kiss.

Not long afterwards a shell struck the dugout and the boy was killed, and when we retired I had to leave his body there." Wonderful deeds were done; some were known and received well merited rewards, others were noted only by the Recording Angel.

A piper won the V.C.for his gallantry in marching up and down in front of the wire playing his pipes while the men were struggling through it (p.