I  ill late in 1916.

    e’d just come out of trenc of road a mile or so back  ime earlier. Suddenly tarted putting a fe one a minute. to t. I t  got me. I kne it ten on it. t didn’t say er you, you b—, YOU, you b—, YOU!’—all t t you he explosion.

    I felt as if an enormous ly I came do of burst, stered feeling among a lot of old tin cans, splinters of y barbed urds, empty cartridge cases, and otc t and cleaned some of t off me t I  very badly . It  of small sers t tom and do luckily I’d broken a rib in falling,  bad enougo get me back to England. I spent t er in a al camp on tbourne.

    Do you remember time al camps? ts like cuck rigop of tly icy do’, people used to call it,  could be like— you from all directions at once. And ts and red ties,  of times tbourne used to be led round in crocodiles to  fags and peppermint creams to tommies’, as t eigo a knot of ting on t open a packet of oodbines and solemnly o eac like feeding t trong enougo ing girls. to go round. In t of a spinney, and long before dusk you’d see a couple glued against every tree, and sometimes, if it o be a tree, one on eac. My c time is sitting against a gorse-bus bend taste of a peppermint cream in my mout’s a typical soldier’s memory. But I ting aommy’s life, all t my name in for a commission a little before I ime te for officers and anyone ually illiterate could ed one. I  straigal to an officers’ training camp near Colcer.

    It’s very strange, to people. It ant, bending over ter in