A Blighty

We were marching and there was an overpass, you know the way those overpasses are there and under. All of a sudden I was knocked over and they kept marching and marching and everybody, don’t stop, you don’t stop. Anyway, I made myself get down underneath this overpass bridge, you know, because the bullets were still flying so down there I was safe until I got picked up. I was surprised but I think there was so many with slight wounds. I called it slight, you know, just grazed the bone, that was about it, but the places were all full so they said get him over, away. They sent me to Devonshire in England to get me out of the road, I guess.