Western Mail, Thursday 20 July 1933, page 2
ALL IN HOT WATER.
I was returning to the line from Boulogne in the '16 .winter. We were all cold and miserable, and the mid-day luncheon of Anzac wafers and bully beef proved very inadequate. During a halt, a couple of the mob went up to the engine and engaged the driver, and his mate in a confab.
Cigarettes and bully-beef changed hands, the Froggies parting with some steaming coffee, in return. In the meantime, an ever-increasing stream of diggers, with dixies, were draining off boiling water from the engine and making tea.
When the signal came for, us to move on, the driver did not have sufficient steam to get under way, and his language, together with that of his offsider, would have compared favourably with that of an Anzac looking at a broken rum-jar.