In my fist I held the captain's can of coffee.
"When I climbed out of the hole and started running again a bullet clipped a hole in the can and the coffee started to run out.

But I turned around stopped a second, looked the Kaiser in the face and held up the can of coffee with my finger plugging up the hole to show the Germans they were fooled.

Just then another bullet hit the can and another finger had to act as a stopper.

I pulled out an old rabbit's foot that my girl had given me and rubbed it so hard the hair almost came off.
"It must have been the good luck thing that saved my life because the bullets were picking at my clothes and so many hit the can that at the end all my fingers were in use to keep the coffee in.

I jumped into shell holes and wriggled along the ground and got back safely.