"I call myself lucky that I have escaped with the loss of my left leg only. It might have been a deal worse," said Private PERCY TAYLOR, of the Ashton Territorials, son of Mr. and Mrs. G.H. Taylor, of 15, Spring Grove Terrace, Ashton, who has returned home on a short visit after about six months in hospital, prior to having an artificial limb fitted at the Queen Mary Hospital, Roehampton. Private TAYLOR is wonderfully cheery, and does not regret for one moment the price he has paid for his patriotism. In the Reporter for September 25th 1915, an account was published of Private TAYLOR'S injury. A curiously sad feature is that his brother, Lance Corporal ALBERT TAYLOR, is a prisoner of war in Germany, and that although he has not actually lost his leg, as was first stated, it is paralysed, and may eventually have to come off. Lance Corporal ALBERT TAYLOR was in the 2nd Batt. Manchester Regiment. His home is at 32, William Street, Ryecroft. He was wounded in the leg in the early stages of the war, and was taken prisoner. Private PERCY TAYLOR, who worked at Messrs. Cooper and Son's High Bank Mills, enlisted in the 2/9th Manchesters after the war commenced, and was orderly for Captain Prister and Surgeon-Major WHITEHEAD. Whilst at Peas Pottage he volunteered for foreign service, and on July 3rd left Devonport for the Dardanelles with a draft of 250. He was a member of the United Methodist Church, Stamford Street, and took a great interest in the football club. He was a capable and clever player, and well liked by the team. Private TAYLOR gave an interesting account of the way he met with his injury. He was out on September 2nd with a party of 12 digging a connecting trench up to the Royal Naval Division. They were between the two lines of fire from the Turkish and the British trenches. They were digging in the darkness when suddenly the Turks sent a flare up, and they were revealed. "We took cover as best we could, but as it was very flat there wasn't much of it," said Private TAYLOR. "About five or ten minutes passed and the Turks had opened fire, when a bullet went through my left ankle. Gee! it fairly made me sing out. I kept quiet as best I could, although the pain was intense. When I got another flesh wound in my right thigh. I says, 'PERCY it is time for you to shift.' Leaving my pick and shovel, but taking my rifle, and burdened with my equipment, I started to crawl towards where our parapet was. The bullets were singing around all the time. There was some wire, however, in front of the parapet, and I had to struggle mighty hard to get through it. My equipment kept getting caught in the wire, and whilst I was struggling a bullet struck me near the hip. Finally, I managed to get on top of the parapet, and was pulled down into the trench. It was not our battalion, but someone brought the stretchers and bandaged me up. I was taken down to the Royal Naval Division's medical officer, and I learned there that TOM PORTINGTON had been killed, and several were injured, including the officer in charge. The doctor gave me a dose of morphia, but it had not much effect. Whilst at the base I saw ARTHUR FOX, who came down wounded. He said their trench had just been blown up, and he had some of his ribs crushed. Later they took me up on the boat, the Delta. The doctor tried his best to save my leg on the boat, but was obliged to take some of it off below the knee. Finally, I arrived at Netley. I thought I had finished, but another amputation was neccessary, and this time they took it off above the knee, but they have left a fairly considerable stump. My troubles were not over then, for I started with enteric fever, and at one time it seemed all up, but I got better, being on a milk diet for two months." Whilst convalescent, the stump of Private TAYLOR'S leg became painful, and eventually it was discovered that a loose piece of the bone of the leg was working its way out. Private TAYLOR produced a match-box, and exhibited the fragment, which had evidently broken off whilst the surgeon was sawing through the bone. Although his stay on the Peninsula was comparatively brief, Private TAYLOR had an exciting time. "It was sport being in the first line trenches. You had no fatigue to do, and the shells went over you and dropped in the reserve trenches. It used to be great fun watching the French firing the 'flying pigs' or aerial torpedoes. They used to drop right in the Turkish lines, and then the Turks would scatter. Whilst sniping at them I felt something burn my head, and found that a bullet had gone clean through my cap comforter, but had not grazed my scalp. My first day in the trenches was full of events. We were told we were going in the reserve, but we had just sat down when we were ordered to the first line of the trenches. We had not been in the first line very long when a officer came along and pointing to the Turkish trenches, he said, 'You have got to take that. You will not have much trouble, as there are not many Turks in.' On we went sideways, and we could see the Johnny Turks four or five deep waiting for us, and shouting, 'Come on! Come on!' But we only feinted, because it was not really intended that we were to charge, but only to distract the attention of the Turks from another move somewhere else."