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A party of the King's Own, writes Sapper Mugridge of the Royal Engineers,
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The Kaiser's crush is the description given by a sergeant of the Coldstream Guards as he watched a dense mass of Germans emerging to the attack from a wood, and prepared to meet them with the bayonet. When first the fierce German searchlights were turned on the British lines a little cockney in the Middlesex Regiment exclaimed to his comrade:
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Lord, Bill, it's just like a play, an' us in the limelight ; and as the artillery fusillade passed over their heads, and a great ironical cheer rose from the British trenches, he added:
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But it's the Kaiser wot's gettin' the bird.
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They take everything that comes to them as 'all in the game,' he said,
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At first the German artillery was rotten. Three batteries bombarded an entrenched British battalion for two hours and only seven men were killed. The noise was simply deafening, but so little effect had the fire that the men shouted with laughter and held their caps up on the end of their rifles to give the German gunners a bit of encouragement. The same spirit of raillery is spoken of by a Seaforth Highlander, who says one of the Wiltshires stuck out in the trenches a tin can on which was the notice
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Business as Usual. As, however, it gave the enemy too good a target he was cheerily asked to
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The liveliest Sunday I ever spent is how Private P. Case, Liverpool Regiment, describes the fighting at Mons.
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It was a glorious time, writes Bandsman Wall, Connaught Rangers;
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A very pleasant morning in the trenches, remarks one of the Officers' Special Reserve; and another writer, after being in several engagements, says,
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This is really the best summer holiday I've ever had.