"Two of our Companies, A and B, were put into the firing line," he said, "and C and D Companies were in the reserve Companies. Four men from each platoon in C and D Company were required to go and dig themselves in 120 yards in advance of A Companies lines. This took them into the open between our lines and the Turks. Three men of my section volunteered, namely, Private ROBINSON, POLLARD (of Woodhouses), and STOCKDALE, and a man named BURMINGTON from another platoon, made up the fourth. I said to Sergeant JOE WOOD, 'Well, I suppose I can go up and see the men off?' and he gave me permission. I took a cloth bandolier with ammunition and my rifle. The lads had to go with full entrenchment kit and supplies, spade, rifle, bayonet, rations, etc. They had not been gone long before I heard someone was wounded. It turned out to be a lad named PENNY. Lance Corporal SYLVESTER, who has won the D.C.M. and another man brought PENNY in. I then said to SYLVESTER, "I'll see if any of my lads have got wounded. They may be requiring help," and leaving my rifle and ammunition I went out some distance, and then discovered that I was lost. I was in a very uncomfortable position. It was quite dark, and plenty of bullets were flying about. I decided to turn round, and see if I could find my way back. I did so, but instead of going back I afterwards found that I had gone to the right, and I stumbled on a dead Turk. I then got level with a hole and saw a head come up from it. I thought the hole must contain a Turkish sniper, and I got hold of the fellow saying, "Who are you?" He did not speak at first, and I was just going to take drastic measures with him when the fellow says, "What's to want?" He turned out to be one of the East Lancs, an old soldier who had seen service in South Africa, named JIMMY McGUIRE. He and others were digging themselves in. I said, "I will stick with you." I stuck with him all night and the next day, helping him to dig himself in. The following night I rushed back and enquired from Sergeant-Major CHRISTIE where Sergeant HARROP was. Sergeant-Major CHRISTIE told me that the whole Company were going to dig themselves in and make a new firing line. He asked , "Are you Lance Corporal PLATT?" and I replied ,"Yes," and he said, "You are just the man we want. You are going to be shot for being absent without leave." I then heard a laugh. I had not had a drink or bite since the previous night. Another night about 60 or 70 of us were told to dig a communication trench, and whilst we were engaged a fellow told me that DICK STOTT was wounded in the head. I was fagged out with digging, but I called down to STOTT, and took him a short distance. Then I passed word to POLLARD, of Woodhouses, to come and give me a lift with STOTT. We got hold of him and rushed into the trench. STOTT had been wounded while we were in the open digging ourselves in. When we got to the trench Sergeant HARROP gave us a lift with him, and we placed him in a blanket and carried him to the dressing station. In the afternoon of the same day, C Company made a bayonet charge on the Turks. We were a little over 100 strong when we went out, but about 45 got either killed or wounded. When we got into the Turkish trench TOM FINNITY said to me "JOE BERTENSHAW is over there, ALBERT, are you going for him?" I replied, "Sure!" and I climbed back over the parapet. TOMMY FINNITY came with me and we found JOE lying on the ground. I said, "Is that you JOE?" and he replied, "Yes... is it ALBERT?'' I replied in the affirmative, and JOE says, "Get me in, will you?" I said "That's what we've come for." We dragged him to the parapet and I shouted to some of the men to catch him. Then we rolled him over. Then we went back for another wounded lad called WILSON, of Ashton, and got him in, and we also fetched in ALBERT WRIGLEY. Just as we were getting him to the parapet the Turks opened rapid fire, and we had to lie down until their fire ceased, and they resumed independent fire again. Then FINNITY and I dragged WRIGLEY to the parapet and rolled him over, and the men caught him. In and between these I was fetching ammunition, etc, and passing it into the trench. I was in the fire of the Turks. Just as we got to the parapet after taking WRIGLEY, FINNITY was shot in the leg. Another day, B Company made another bayonet charge, and while this was going on I was digging a trench for the bombing party. WRIGLEY and BERTENSHAW are reported missing; STOTT died in Alexandria Hospital; and WILSON, I think got through all right. Altogether we had been in the trenches 21 days, and then came down for a rest. I was wounded while at the rest camp. I was just going to have a bath in the sea when a piece of shell struck me on the leg, just above the ankle. The leg was hanging, and I was taken down to hospital at Malta." Lance Corporal PLATT had six operations while at Malta. His right leg has been amputated just below the knee, and other operations have been about his shoulders due to blood poisoning. He has had "a narrow squeeze" as he put it, to get through with his life, and he has nothing but praise to offer for the careful medical and nursing attention he received from the doctors and nurses at Malta. Since coming home Lance Corporal PLATT has had a letter from Mrs. Wood, of 68, Astley Street, Dukinfield, thanking him for what he did for her brother, Private BERTENSHAW.