"How is J———? Hit badly?"
"Through the shoulder; not seriously."
"H———is back. Recovered very quickly."
Normal trench talk, this! A crack which signifies that the bullet has hit —another man down. One grows accustomed to it, and one of this group of officers might be gone to-morrow.
"I have one, sir," said Matty, exhibiting a helmet when we returned past his station. "Bullet went right through the head and came out the peak!"
It was time that Captain P——— was back to his own command. As we came to his company's line word was just being passed from sentry to sentry:
"No firing. Patrols going out."
It was midnight now.
"We'll go in the other direction," said Captain P——— when he had learned that there was no news.
This brought us to an Irish regiment. The Irish naturally had something to say.