Jock could not stand, before the zero hour came in the trenches, and talk' wi' his mate.
He'd not be saying: "Sandy, man, we're going to attack in twa-three meenits.

Maybe I'll lose a hand, Sandy, or a leg.

Maybe it'll be you'll be hit.

What'll we be doing then?
Let's mak' our plans the noo.
How'll we be getting on without our legs or our arms or if we should be blind ?" No, it was not in such fashion that the laddies who did the fichting thought or talked wi' one another.

They'd no time, for the one thing.
And for another, I think they trusted us.
Weel, each government has worked out its own way of taking care of the men who suffered.