"You need fresh air, for a constitution like you possess was never made indoors, and I will have you carted out into the open air every fine day we have."
He was as good as his word, and the orderly duly came and, with the help of the sister, I was taken out on to the lawn in front of the ward. I had been there about a quarter of an hour when another patient was carried out and his bed placed alongside mine. I turned to look at the other fellow and a familiar face glared at me. Spontaneously from both of us—"Well, I'll be damned!"
It was Bill Moore, of my own company, sometimes called "Rosie," for a pet name.
"When were you hit?" I asked.
"In the charge a week back."
"Not when we lost all but two of the officers at Z——?"
THE "WAR TWINS"