In spite of necessary suppression, or vagueness of names of localities, my comrades of the Fifty-fifth Battalion, to which I was attached, will recognize many of the incidents described, and I can only hope that reading what the padre has to say may cheer them in some lonely places, or help them to be happy though miserable in some indifferent billets.

James Green.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I.A QUIET NIGHT ON THE WESTERN FRONT[11]
II.NOTRE DAME DE DÉLIVRANCE[29]
III.NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND[43]
IV.THE BOMBER[67]
V.ROMANCE AND REALITY[79]
VI.THE GOD OF BATTLES[97]
VII.THE CHIMNEY-POTS OF LONDON[121]
VIII.HORSEFERRY ROAD[135]

I

A QUIET NIGHT ON THE WESTERN FRONT

We marched along, the sun was high;

We marched along—the halt was nigh;

We marched along, a little parched,

It seemed we marched—and marched—and marched;