Then there are others cheerful enough, others very sad.
I found a short while ago some of the last wild flowers, while returning from the front line. I have slipped them into my letters that are about to go. Oh! you who will receive these flowers will never know what one can suffer here!
THE FILTH, EPARGES.
November, 1915.
Deep in Eparges mud, sixty yards from the enemy——
"Look here, my friend, you know very well it is forbidden to wrap the legs in sandbags——"
"General, it's for the filth——"
"These sandbags cost the Government more than ten sous a piece——"
"General, it's for the filth——"
"It is not permitted to waste material destined for the trenches."