The dispatch riders-Dibbo.

Via: tank book

'It was during runs between Couin and Army Headquarters, that a dispatch-rider, Dibbo George, used to be met at an unfrequented spot by a semi-savage dog, who's habit was to rush after the machine, barking and biting. One day before starting out, Dibbo loaded his revolver, normally an unnecessary precaution three miles behind the front line, and later in the day returning to the dispatch-riders' mess he was greeted with, "Did you get him?" from his colleagues.

No, replied Dibbo, exhibiting a woefully-torn jack-boot, "but the bastard got me"....