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A SHEAF OF WAR STORIES. Great Deeds Performed by all the Services. I Names, Piease! Sir Arthur Lawley. who is at the head of the Red Cross work in France, has a delightful story of "two old buffers (as the boys call very superior officers) who voluntarily acted as stretcher-bearers. The "old buffers" were two generals. They were on the look-out over No Man's Land early one morning after a erap when between themselves and the German lines 20(1 yards away they saw a khaki-clad figure bearing another on his back. As b he neared our wire entanglements he got into difficulties, and the two generals took a stretcher, went down to meet him, and themselves carried the wounded man-- a private—to safe quarters. Some day, per- haps, we may learn the names of those two very human" brass-hats." Never Say Die! This surely is the motto of that brave Harringay lad Private Robert Edward Cruicksbank, of the London Regiment, who has just won the V.C. by sticking it most wonderfully after he had been badly wounded. The platoon to which he belonged came under very heavy rifle and machine-gun fire at short range, and was led down a steep bank into a wadi, most of the men being hit before they reached the bottom. Immediately after reaching the bottom of the wadi the officer in com- mand was shot dead, and the sergeant who then took over command sent a runner back to Company Headquarters asking for support, but was mortally wounded almost immediately after the corporal having in the meantime been killed, the only remain- ing N.C.O. (a lance-corporal), believing the first messenger to have been killed, called for a volunteer to take a second mes- sage back. Private Cruickshank immedi- ately responded, and rushed up the slope. but was hit and rolled back into the wadi bottom. But this is where Never say die! oomes in. Instead of lying still with his Blighty he tried again. He rose and rushed up the slope, but, being again wounded, rolled back into the wadi. After his wounds had been dressed he rushed a, third time up the slope and again fell badly wounded. Being now unable to stand he rolled himself back amid a hail of bullets. His wounds were now of such a nature as to preclude him making any further attempt, and he lay all day in a dangerous position, being sniped at and again wounded where he lay. Did he lose heart ? Not a bit of it. He displayed all the time the utmost valour and endurance, and was cheerful and uncomplaining throughout the whole of a truly terrible experience. Two Fights with Submarines. After having fought a successful combat with a U-boat in the morning, a British steamship was attacked the same evening by another submarine, which she beat off after narrowly escaping being torpedoed. In the first fight the submarine opened a rapid fire on the steamer, but the shots fell wide. The vessel responded, and after her third round saw the submarine submerge. A few minutes later a torpedo passed just under the ship's stern. Then the submarine again broke surface, and, steaming at high speed, reopened fire at closer range. The ship's gunners replied, and after just missing the enemy with two shots their third shot struck the U-boat's conning tower. Cheered on by the remainder of the crew the gunners con- tinued to reply to the submarine's fire, and were rewarded by seeing the German's after gun put out of action, and the gun's crew disappear with haste down the hatch The effects of these shots were too much for the U-boat commander, who withdrew all his men from the deck, and manoeuvred for a better position, whence he could discharge a torpedo. However, another shot struck the submarine and caused her to lose speed. Suddenly the U-boat took a decided list and, rolling heavily, sank in a couple of minutes. The British vessel continued her voyage, and just after sunset was attacked by a second submarine, but again the torpedo went wide. On the steamer opening fire the submarine made off. Hun Idea of a Joke." It was in '14, when there \vere count- less minor scraps and trench-snatching episodes," said a man with all ugly scar on his face. One day we were pestered by a Hun sap, so at nightfall we went over and bagged it. Like many another place, it was easier to take than to hold, and at dawn the Huns counter-attacked and drove the remnant of us back to our old position, distant some twenty-five yards. We had some rations in our hole, but we were out of cigarettes. Presently a Hun shouted, Hi, English You were in such a hurry to leave that you forgot your cigarettes. We like jam, and if you have any we will give you the cigarettes if you throw the jam over first.' One man, Wilson, called out, Done! and threw a tin of jam over. There was a. delay, and we could hear the Huns laughing. We begaii to fear they would not keep their part of the bargain. Then one stood up and threw a tin of Goldflake." Wilson held out his hands to catch it. The tin exploded as he caught it 1 Poor Wilson I can still see his two handless stumps out- stretched and bleeding. I caught a frag I ment of the tin in my face. That was a Hun joke.' Just Before His Holiday. The other day a certain squadron officer of the Royal Air Force woke to recollection of the fact that, for the time, at all events, that was his last morning in France. He was due to leave for England before lunch. The desire to strike one more blow at the enemy was strong, but heavy clouds and rain seemed to forbid. After breakfast the rain ceased. At 9.40 this determined officer's machine left the aerodrome. At 9.58 he met five enemy scouts piloting Pfalz machines and one enemy two-seater, six machines in all, just east of Ploegsteerte. He shot down two of the scouts and so pur- posefully chased two others that their pilots lost their heads. The machines collided and both smashed in mid-air. This R.A.F. officer than attacked the German two- seater and shot it down in flames, thus completing the destruction of five out of the six enemy machines. Much to his annoyance, the sixth machine managed to escape him whilst he was dealing with the other five. He then returned to his aero- drome, took an early luncheon, and started for England just before noon. Samples from the R.N.A.S. The R.N.A.S. is merged into the Royal Air Force now, but it will ever be remem- bered as a branch of the fighting forces which greatly distinguished itself while it had a separate organisation. Two officers, whose work is just a sample from bulk, have just been awarded a Bar to the Dis- tinguished Service Cross for very recent exploits. One is Lieutenant S. T. Edwards. On May 2nd this year, while leading a patrol of four scouts, he encountered a hos- tile formation of eight enemy scouts, and drove down one enemy machine completely out of control. Soon afterwards he engaged another formation of six enemy scouts, driving down one to its destruction, while his patrol accounted for another. He only broke off the fight owing to lack of ammunition. He has destroyed or driven down out of control many enemy machines since he was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, and has at all times, as the official record says, shown the greatest gallantry and a fine offensive spirit." The second case is that of Lieutenant A. R. Brown. One day last April while leading a patrol of six scouts he attacked a forma- tion of twenty hostile scouts. lie per- sonally engaged two Fokker triplanes, which he drove off; then, seeing that one of cur machines was being attacked and apparently hard pressed, he dived on the hostile scout, firing the while. This scout, a Fokker triplane, nose-dived and crashed to the ground. Since the award of the Distinguished Service Cross he has destroyed several other enemy aircraft, and has shown great dash and enterprise in attacking enemy troops from low altitudes despite heavy anti-aircraft fire. Hot Work in a Tree. Lieut. Donald Finlayson, of the Yeo- manry, has won the Military Cross for gallantry in his duties as an observation officer during an enemy attack. The tree from which he was observing was twice hit by shells, but he did not vacate the post until intense machine-gun fire was directed on to him. He then took up a position in another tree close by, but he was observed by the enemy, and heavily fired on by machine guns. He nevertheless re- mained at his post, and, tying himself to a branch of the tree lest lie should be wounded and fall off, he continued to observe and report the dispositions and movements of the enemy all through the day. A Gurkha Hero. A Gurkha Rifleman has won the V.C. for bravery, resource in action, and utter contempt for danger." An enemy machine- gun had been doing mischievous work against our men, and a handful of brave Ö <fl fellows, including this Gurkha Rifleman, crept forward under fire with a Lewis gun to tackle it. No. 1 of the Lewis gun team opened fire, and was shot immediately. Without a moment's hesitation Rifleman Karanbahadur pushed the dead man off the o-uii, and, in spite of bombs thrown at him and heavy fire from both flanks, he opened fire and knocked out the enemy machine-gun crew. Then, switching lnt> fire on to the enemy bombers and riflemen in front of him, he silenced their fire. He kept his gun in action and showed the greatest coolness in removing defects which on two occasions prevented the gun from firing. During the remainder of the day he did magnificent work, and when a with- drawal was ordered he assisted with cover- ino- fire until the enemy were close on him. A°very high standard of valour and devo- tion to duty!