Everyone knows of Simpson and his
donkey. This man belonged to one of the other
Ambulances, but he made quite frequent trips backwards
and forwards to the trenches, the donkey always carrying
a wounded man. Simpson was frequently warned
of the danger he ran, for he never stopped, no matter
how heavy the firing was. His invariable reply
was “My troubles!” The brave chap was
killed in the end. His donkey was afterwards
taken over by Johnstone, one of our men, who improvised
stirrups out of the stretcher-slings, and conveyed
many wounded in this manner.