“Wot’s the good?”
“Dunno. Shows we was awake. ‘Time 11.25 Ac. Emma. Cat (tortoiseshell) at K 22.C.35.45. Action taken: None.’”
So wrote Private Entworth with laborious pencil. As he finished a voice sounded outside.
“Who’s in there?”
“Private Entworth. Private Saunders.”
“Shut the loopholes. I am coming in.”
“Well, seen anything?” questioned Mr. Nowell, the Sniping and Intelligence Officer of the Battalion.
“They’ve been working on the post at K.22.D.85.60.”
“Seen any Huns?”
“Only a cat, sir. I’ve entered it in the log-book. It’s sunning itself on the parados now, sir. Line of water-tower. Red sandbag.”