Feature Letter of July 29th, 2021
Mayse, Amos William (Will)
Neale & Roberts, lifted me onto the Sergt's back, & he carried me to the trench, where they laid me by Pryor (all in the mud) we lay head to head I knew enough to know that he had got it bad he was calling out about his leg, & was also wounded in the head, I managed to get hold of his hand, & said "Hello Pryor" have they got you too?" he said " Is that you Mr. Mayse? they've got us at last. We stayed there for about an hour, waiting for stretchers, the pain by this time was pretty bad & my wounds were bleeding a lot, you know when a shell bursts every piece in practically red hot, so you can imagine what it would be like - however I did what I could to comfort Pryor poor fellow, The stretchers came about 2 am they got us on them & began their journey & what a journey - dark & rainy ground full of shell holes, crossing trenches - going through scrub & over embankments all the while shells dropping here & there - they carried us nearly 3 miles to the nearest dressing station, which was on old German Dugout on the Arras & Lens Road & 50 feet underground, it was like getting into Heaven to get there, & I was glad for the men's sake, who had been carrying us - Everyone of them proved himself a hero that night.