I have just received the following letter from a Lieutenant in the Yorks Regiment, B.E.F.: —
“Dear Sir, — I am enclosing one of your printed postcards which one of my sergeants handed to me. While on working fatigue I told one or two men to bury as decently as could be some poor British soldiers killed during the Great Push, and this card was found on one to be the only means of identification. Private Gaul was buried decently, and a cross with his name put over his grave. I leave it to your discretion as to informing his people (if you know them), as they may think he has been buried some time ago. — Yours faithfully, ― P.S. — The man evidently wished for one of your books, so trust he was prepared for the great adventure.”
I have the card in my, hand now, dirty and blood-stained, the card found on the dead body of a British soldier. He had filled in the card, Pte. A. A. Gaul, 9333, Lewis Gun Section, 1St Norfolk Regt. The opportunity did not come for Whim to post it, but the desire was in his-heart to have the Word of God.
If any reader of this little book should know where he lived, and would send me the address, I will communicate with his friends.
This incident appeared in the December number of ‘Message from God,’ and I reprint it now so that I may tell you the sequel.