"No, there's very little bayonet work done by the Boches," said a Scottish sergeant, discussing German methods of fighting. "I tell you a queer thing that happened to a chap in our lot. Some wounded got left in a village we got into. We weren't meant to take it, but these chaps were eager and went on too far. Some of us went up to bring the wounded back on stretchers. When we were just outside the village, the Germans put over a barrage—something terrific. It was, and we ran back to a trench. The chap I am now talking about jumped down into it without looking out, and the first thing he knew was that something had shot him through his leg and he saw the point of a bayonet sticking out of his thigh. The trench was full of our reserves and he had jumped down onto a man's bayonet. All the chap that owned the bayonet said was, 'A blighty one for you, mate.' And he said the doctor at the hospital said..."  4* clearing station told him it was only the second bayonet, which he'd seen during the war. 