... Our Brigade’s in rest—
The usual farm. I’ve got the only bed.
The men are fairly comfy—three good barns.
Thank God, they didn’t have to bivouac
After this last month in the Salient.) ...
You have forgotten; or you couldn’t write
This sort of stuff—all cant, no guts in it,
Hardly a single picture true to life.
Well, here’s a picture for you: Montauban—
Last year—the flattened village on our left—