I wouldn't
miss it for anything, so I don't give the Hun any more chances
of knocking me over than I can help.
'You always want to know what things look like, old Pam, so
I'll try and tell you. In the first place, it's just a glorious
spring day. At the back of the cranky bit of a ruined farm
where we have our diggings (by the way, you may always go back
at night and find half your bedroom shot away--that happened to
me the other night--there was a tunic of mine still hanging on
the door, and when you opened the door, nothing but a hole ten
feet deep full of rubble--jolly luck, it didn't happen at
night-time!) there are actually some lilac trees, and the buds
on them are quite big. And somehow or other the birds manage to
sing in spite of the hell the Huns have made of things.
'I'm looking out now due east. There's a tangled mass of
trenches not far off, where there's been some hot raiding
lately. I see an engineer officer with a fatigue party working
away at them--he's showing the men how to lay down a new
trench with tapes and pegs.
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