Presently, as I am giving a final inspection to the material we are to turn in, I meet Sergeant Lace in the yard of the sawmill.
“Oh, but you’re an early bird to-day.”
“I’ve just been ordered to find a good place to fire on aeroplanes and take up my position there at once. There’s going to be a section there each day. Mine starts.”
“Have you found your emplacement?”
“Not yet. But that’s not hard to find. Just a hole or a sloping place, so that we can stretch out on our backs.”
“I know just the place for you. The hole of a ‘320’ at the entrance of the village on the left, near the poplars. You’ll see it right up against the fence which borders the road from Caix.”
“Wonderful. I’ll take up my position there. It must have been dug expressly for me.”
A half hour later the cavalry of the three machine-gun companies of the regiment assembled in front of the church.
Cavalry!...