Though it breaks my heart to go—
Something tells me I am wanted
At the Front to drive away the foe."
Some of them in fact did go. Others remained, and sang:
"Good-bye, my Bluebell, farewell to you,
One last long look into your eyes of blue—
'Mid camp-fires gleaming, 'mid shot and shell,
I will be dreaming of my own Bluebell."
§ 11.
Quite early in the war David and William walked home in silence after seeing a troop-train off from Rye, then suddenly, when they came to Odiam, shook hands.