I recall the day ginger and I got our left kneecaps blown off by the sgt major for reading bunty before going over the top , he was harsh but he was fair.
Although he was actually a tinge of green by the time we left him as ginger got awfully rattled and bayoneted the old sod when nobody was looking.
That was before I got my George cross. Now my George is very happy and we live togther in a mound in huddersfield , shooting at passing pakis with our ak-47’s.