And I didn't care. Honestly, I didn't care. I just felt a dreadful childish fear of loneliness and of those dead men around me, and a sort of wonder how this could have happened to me. Then they found me and carted me off and before long I discovered that there wasn't really anything wrong with me. I'm going back to the trenches tomorrow.
Every man is needed there that can be got.
I remember telling old Mrs. Taylor long ago that the world was a world of laughter. And how wonderful she was with Jims. Little did I ever expect it of her on the day she landed here with that soup tureen. Initial text entry and proof-reading of this chapter were the work of volunteer Amalia Donde .