CORDON OFFICER'S STORY.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 44, 19 September 1916, Page 2

CORDON OFFICER'S STORY.

THREE "RAGGED JOCKS" PARADE 600 BOCHES. Sonic incidents of the fighting on the Somme were related by wounded officers who arrived home recently. One officer told of a badly-wounded corporal of the Dorsets, whose left arm was helpless. "I saw him from the shell-hole I rolled into when I was 'pipped.' He swung his rifle, with bayonet fixed, in his right arm—a big fair chap like a Viking—and he baited up five fullyarmed Boches. "He roared at them like a bull. 'Drop them rifles, you ' he shouted. 'Mercy, mercy, kamarade,' they cried. They dropped their rifles—l picked one up for myself after— and that lance-corporal marched the five back to our line, handed them over, , and then came back and helped me." ! "Bully for him, but I saw one bet- ! ter than that when I was getting back from M ."It was an officer of the Gordons speaking this time, and the village he mentioned is "somewhere" in France. 1 "ft was the finest thing I ever saw in my life. We had got the villago then, so the fire behind was nothing. I saw 600 Boches of all ranks marching in column of route across the open back towards our rear. They were disarmed, of course; and what do you think they had for escort? Three 'lagged Jocks' of our battalion, all blood and dirt and rags, with their rifles at the slope doing a sort of (1.0.C.'s inspection parade march, like pipers at the head of a battalion. "That was good enough for me. I brought up the rear, and that's how I got to the dressing station and had my arm dressed. I walked behind a (500 strong column of Bosches, but I could not equal the swagger of these Jocks in the lead."—P.A.