So I went next morning and I found he hadn't been removed to the Clearing Station.

I got hold of the doctor and I said, 'Look here! Why hasn't this man been taken to the Clearing Station ?' I used to get excited.

But after some years they'd got used to me.

'Don't get excited, Herbertson, the man's dying.' 'But,' I said, 'he's just been talking to me as strong as you are.' And he had--he'd talk as strong and well as you or me, then go quiet for a bit.

I said I gave him the morphia before he came round from the stunning.