He runs it over with a smile of satisfaction.
“Everything went all right, Sergeant-Major?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Good. Didn’t I tell you that it would simply be a promenade ... but I’ll recommend you for a citation.”
Half an hour later I was snoring soundly in a dugout.
CHAPTER XIX
A WREATH
We fell back in good order—in as good order as our wounds and the enemy’s artillery fire permitted.