"Where to?"
"Polygon Wood."
To be on one of those old blundering kindly quixotic lorries again, pounding along a war-stricken highway! One might have thought the old lorry had now ceased its devils' dance. But no, it still has a duty to perform. Presently we pass a red-cross ambulance.
"Got any to-day?" cries the R.E. to the driver of the ambulance.
He puts up two fingers.
"Two ..." says the soldier with an air of satisfaction. "We found a brigadier-general yesterday," he adds.
"How do you mean?"
"Ex-umed 'im. He'd bin missin' since 1916. All this no-man's land bein' dug up now," said he with a wide sweep of his hand.
"That your job? It's pretty interesting."
"It's jolly hard work. But it 'as its better side. Some fellers the other day came on a dug-out with three officers in it, and they picked up five thousand francs between 'em."