Tragic Fishing Moments 



ties of life, it was to find the white faced poilus gath- 

 ered about me with offerings of Pinard in their hands 

 whilst each tried by very force of voice and of gesture 

 to make me understand the depth of their abasement 

 and sincerity of their apologies. 



Just why that particular grenade failed to explode 

 I shall never know. I have no very great interest as to 

 the reason whether it was due to German contami- 

 nation or to the forgetful fingers of some tired girl 

 back in the ammunition factory. Suffice it for me 

 that it failed! And while, in that particular "mo- 

 ment " which I have described I was not the fisher- 

 man, yet I feel that the " tragic " part of the heading 

 may well be claimed by me. 



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