The boys were very cut up indeed for he was a fine fellow and a very good sport off parade and a smart officer on. I took some of my things off to dry and fortunately I had dry socks in my valise.
Only two hours after Sergt. Annesley sitting down next to us received a bullet in the back of his neck through the sandbags. We could feel it quite near his throat. It was a very close shave but he went down the trench whistling and saying he was off to Blighty. (That was the last I saw of him, but I might here add, he never got to Blighty (England) but recovered at Boulogne and returned to the line with the bullet still in his neck. Either from a wound in the knee or from some other cause he went down to the base again at a later date and recovering from this