The Escape of a Princess Pat

ault Co

ive the King"-Back to Belle

that strange wisdom of a trenchman who had experienced the bitter hardships and the heartbreaking losses of a winter in the cursed salient of St. Eloi,

C.O.'

p the trench: "

' regiment keep a bleedin' Colo

id it

vil are we g

say

ond in s

rki

b's in a Hell

fle, trench fashion. "Oh,

hed his thunderbo

spair became one

ere is he?" "How's his arm?" "The son-of-

loody well goin' to do 'is bloody solderin' in a 'cushy' job in Blighty-like some of

claration agreed too well with what all t

nded at St. Eloi on March 1st and this

. now," and switching: "Shell splinter got him in th

t. He's been damn good to me-and to you fellows to

where but at Park, in

omin' up instead of stayin' in like a 'dug-out wallah.' Got out on

with some more new men reached us that night. We "went up" again with the dusk of th

ense bombardment and some fierce infantry fighting. Nevertheless, the trenches had been put into much better shape since our

t of shelling, of star shells, of machine gun and rifle fire, and

ngers that it invariably brought gave us nothing worse than an hour

Smoke attracted undue artillery attention-the Germans

ppearance of the shell-pitted ground about might have been thought to have been of ancient origin; so filled with wa

salient at large had continued as fiercely as

ll outward appearance pretty much in