“Is it much like what you thought it would be after all your training?” I asked.
“Yes, pretty much,” was the reply, with an oddly reminiscent smile. “Iron is heavier than water, and a pinnace afloat is worth six aground.”
Here, I realised, was a man of perception—one who was fitted to guide the destinies of a great nation.
“And the landing of all these vast quantities of stores,” I urged; “is not that a great task?”
“We do not land them,” he said impressively and decisively, with the air of one closing an argument. “We unship them.”
I nodded understandingly. So that, then, was the key to the great mystery.
Lieut. A. L. Pemberton,
H.Q. Staff, 24th Siege Bde.
R.G.A.
A very present
Help in
trouble.
C. E. W. B.