Harry s War

‘I saw several fellows fall, one fellow coughing up blood and all the time, bullets were hacking about me. I ran for about 70 yards carrying with me all the Lewis gun things I had brought up and dropped breathless into a shell hole headlong onto a German who had been dead for months.’

Harold Drinkwater was not supposed to go to war. He was told he was half an inch too short. But, determined to figh...