And the only reason we ever did leave it was because we were more afraid of catching cold!" In the same war I was in a trench with some infantrymen, one of whom never raised his head.

Whenever he was ordered to fire he would shove his rifle-barrel over the edge of the trench, shut his eyes, and pull the trigger.

He took no chances.

His comrades laughed at him and swore at him, but he would only grin sheepishly and burrow deeper.

After several hours a friend in another trench held up a bag of tobacco and some cigarette-papers and in pantomime "dared" him to come for them.