When we was coming in and out the line at Plugstreet Wood, every time you come out there’d be somebody killed, one of your mates. Where we came out of the trenches through the wood, the duckboards used to lead by our Bucks Cemetery, and I used to look at them crosses and I used to think, ‘I bet it won’t be long before I’m one of them’ you know, that sort of feeling.

Any road when we was out the padre said that there was a bishop coming to confirm anyone that would like to be confirmed, so asked was there was anyone. So I said, ‘Yes I will’, because I had a feeling that, you know, it might not be long beforeyou passed over, cos you didn’t know when it were going to happen.