Fragments from France

A Few Fragments from His Life

AUTHOR OF BULLETS AND BILLETS
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK AND LONDON The Knickerbocker Press 1917
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By the Editor of The Bystander.
HEN Tommy went out to the great war, he went smiling, and singing the latest ditty of the halls. The enemy scowled. War, said his professors of kultur and his hymnsters of hate, could never be waged in the Tipperary spirit, and the nation that sent to the front soldiers who sang and laughed must be the very decadent England they had all along denounced as unworthy of world-power.
I fear the enemy will be even more infuriated when he turns over the pages of this book. In it the spirit of the British citizen soldier, who, hating war as he hated hell, flocked to the colours to have his whack at the apostles of blood and iron, is translated to cold and permanent print. Here is the great war reduced to grim and gruesome absurdity. It is not fun poked by a mere looker-on, it is the fun felt in the war by one who has been through it.
CAPTAIN BRUCE BAIRNSFATHER.
Captain Bruce Bairnsfather has stayed at that farm which is portrayed in the double page of the book; he has endured that shell-swept 'ole that is depicted on the cover; he has watched the disappearance of that blinkin' parapet shown on one page; has had his hair cut under fire as shown on another. And having been through it all, he has just put down what he has seen and heard and felt and smelt and—laughed at.