“There’s a battery snug in the spinney, A French ‘seventy-five’ in the mine, A big ‘nine-point-two’ in the village, Three miles to the rear of…

The dead men lay on the cellar stair, Toll of the bomb that found them there; In the streets men fell as a bullock drops,…

“Never see good in an enemy until you have defeated him.”—WAR PROVERB. TWILIGHT softened the gaunt corners of the ruined houses, and sheaves of shadows…