One day “the attack” was over, and we were busy helping the wounded. One man lay on a stretcher, dying; the R.A.M.C. had done all they could for him. As I was on duty near him, I went and asked him, could I help him, but could get no answer. I asked him “are you right with God?” his only reply was a smile; I told him “Jesus is waiting to receive you,” and read a little from my Testament, he raised his hand, touching the book, opened his eyes to the sky, raised his hand, smiled, and was gone to meet Jesus. I found, by the well-marked Testament in his pocket, that he knew the Lord as his Saviour.
M. M. Worthing