Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to
collect the pay books; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-mans-land.
I was picked up and taken into their trench. And Id no sooner taken
two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, Hello Razz,
Im glad to see you. This is my second night here, and he said Im
feeling bad, and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men wed trained
in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound,
rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could
imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after
Id gone about three shell holes, traversed that, had it been...had
there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummeled
me, Put me down, put me down, Id rather die, Id rather die, put me
down. I was hoping he would faint. He said I cant go any further,
let me die. I said If I leave you here Bill you wont be found, lets
have another go. He said All right then. And the same thing
happened; he couldnt stand it any more, and I had to leave him
there, in no-mans-land.
I dont mind about the war, thats one of the things I like to watch, if its a war going on, cause then I know if our sides winning,
if our sides losing...