"My slit-trench was in the angle of a farm-hut wall and a raised bank. All day Jerry 155mm shells were passing over our positions. 'They're after the 25-pounders in the field behind us,' says Sgt. Ryan. 'Behind?' I said, turning yellow. 'Christ, we're far forward for heavies.' 'Forward?' he giggled. 'We had bloody Nebelwurfers in this field this afternoon.' - Spike Milligan, 'Mussolini: My Part In His Downfall.'