Milliard says—
"Don't crowd around; you shall all be served in turn!"
We group around him.
"Now for the parcels!" Milliard calls out the names.
"Present! Here!"
The parcel flies above our heads in the direction of the answer.
Monday, 14th December.
We are now in the first line, sometimes keeping a watch over the field of beetroots, sometimes, pick or shovel in hand, digging and clearing away.
The entire plain is furrowed with a vast network of fortifications. The Germans construct listening posts eighty yards distant from our own. In a few more weeks the wires will be touching one another.