Western Mail, Thursday 15 June 1933, page 2
What Caused That Windy Feeling?
Dear “Non-Com.,” - As you say - when the next war comes along the young-un's won't allow us to open our mouths on the subject. The Great War will appear to them as antiquated as the Wars of the Roses. New methods will be used and undreamed of frightfulness will be employed; death en masse will he dealt out.
This brings me to the subject of inquiry, in this note. Which was the hardest to endure or created, the most "wind up" in the last war - artillery bombardment, machine gun fire, air-raids, night raids, gas, or what?
Quite a number of your readers will know; and it might be interesting to hear their opinions, their reasons, and their descriptions.
“'Emma Gee," Duranillan.
[Personally, they all winded me, but for real downright wind-up, I think the old minehwerfa took some beating. To hear the "pop," to see the ugly monstrosity shoot up into and disappear in low-lying clouds, to know it was going to land somewhere in or by your trench, to see it descending, to hear the terrific explosion -and then to see the probably fatal effects to some of your cobbers - well, I ask you. There was one mamselle I had no time for. I never desired the close acquaintance she made with me on many occasions and I hated to think that she might at any time insist on sharing the limited accommodation of my front line possie. She was small - only about three feet high and thick around the middle. She. spat fire and her nose was pointed. Her name was Minnie'. Blithering Bertha, in comparison, was a perfect lady. But what do others think were the greatest draught-creators in Sunny France and Sandy Sinai? -"Non-com."]