soldier rests there; "harbour after so many storms", as one of our Latin quotations says.
May 16. I made one of the guard which mounted at 9.30 A.M. today. My first shift was alright but during the night the rain came down rather heavily and made rather a mess of us. A few of us sat up all night around a fire which had been improvised in an old oil drum. A few of the old hands entertained us by relating their experiences at the front line. Blood-curdling stories some of them have to relate, but it is a peculiar thing that the more we hear about the horrors of war the more anxious we become to see these things for ourselves. Such is human nature.
Tonight we can hear a heavy bombardment taking place. The big guns are banging away incessantly. They keep