Long silence.
‘Rum job, this, ain’t it, kid?’
‘Why?’
‘Well, I reckon if the —— Huns were coming over, we’d know it long afore they got ’ere. I reckon we’d ’ear the boys in front firing.’
Long pause.
‘I dunno. ’Spose there’s some sense in it, else we wouldn’t be ’ere.’
Silence.
‘—— cold on this —— fire step. Guess it’s time they relieved us.’
Long silence.
‘Don’t them flares look funny in the mist?’