I demand PIG. PIG is a Machine Gun Company. By breakfast-time I have discovered that PIG has salvaged socks, German, one.
I ring up Division ...
It is a splendid force, as they used to say in The Message from Mars—it is a splendid force, the Signal Service.
And men sleeping among the rats in the front line wake for their coffee and hot water and envy me my undisturbed nights.
New Tenant (digging up lawn and waste ground, to agent). "CAN YOU INFORM ME WHERE I CAN FIND THE MAN WHO OWNED THIS PLACE BEFORE ME?"
House Agent. "ER—HE'S IN FRANCE."
Tenant. "UM. WELL, I HOPE HE COMES BACK. SAFELY!"