“Well, your company is to move to another position as soon as it gets dark enough.”
“What for? Are we going to attack?”
“I don’t know, William, I’m sure. Where is your captain?”
“He’s over between the third and second platoons, about fifteen holes down that way.”
Fosbrook got up, and, stooping over until his head was parallel with his hips, trotted in the direction Hicks had indicated.
An hour later the orders came for the men to sling their packs and be ready to move again. And great was the outcry when the men heard the news.
“Are we going to dig up the whole of France?”
“I’ll get my old man to buy some ploughs if we are. I wasn’t cut out to be a ditch digger.”
“This is a hell of a note. Diggin’ a hole for one day. I was jist gittin’ mine so’s I could sleep in it.”