Apart from that, everybody is quiet, we lie still resting, resting. Probably we shall fall asleep as we drop down, only to wake again when the cigarettes burn to the fingers. We can take full advantage of a rest, as a rest is known to the gloriously weary.
There is romance, there is joy in the life of a soldier.
THE END.
[Footnote 1: It was at St. Albans that we underwent most of our training.] [(back)]
[Footnote 2: Fiancée.] [(back)]
[Footnote 3: Rifle.] [(back)]
[Footnote 4: The London Irish charged over this ground later, and entered Loos on Saturday, 25th September, 1915.] [(back)]