"Ah! Good morning; you relieve the —— Battalion, London Regiment, already—yes?"
"Yes; last night. I came to ask you what those stumps are over there; they are not marked on the map. Do you happen to know?"
"Ah! Oui; zat is Falfemont Farm. Nothing left now; very bad place that farm. Zay say one whole brigade of infantry was lost in storming that farm. Yes, nasty place, that farm, M. le Capitaine."
I went back to my trench. I didn't like the look of things. If Falfemont Farm got blown to smithereens like that, what chance did I stand? Whew! I was getting the wind up.