Western Mail, Thursday 23 March 1933, page 2
A detachment of “A" Company, 51st Battalion, was on outpost duty at Ploegsteert Wood, and one night was treated to a view of a first-lass firework display. Away out oil the left sector the flashes of a terrific bombardment kept an otherwise black night well lighted up, and we were treated to a fine display of S.O.S. signals all along the line. It was a great sight to see, and so thought Scotty MacGregor, who happened to be on the fire step at the tune. As my cobber was snoring off in the funk-hole I stayed out swapping yarns with Scotty.
Suddenly Scotty said: "Bide a wee! I'll call the -sergeant," and, getting down off the step, he called in an undertone, "Sergeant! Sergeant!"
Sergeant What-Name came hurrying along and asked, "What is the matter? What is the matter, Scotty?"
There is naethin' the matter. Sergeant," drawled Scoty. "I just wanted ye tae hae a wee look at yon preety fireworks."
Sergeant What-Name did not know what to buy for Scotty, so he simply turned and wont up the sap to where Lieutenant Jack Kitchen was on duty. When Kitch asked him what was wrong, the sergeant spluttered, "That Scotch blighter called me to hae a wee look, at his b_ preety firre-worrks!"