'Anyway – Bob took the King's shilling and I did not. From Dunkirk, he and I rode together through the no-man's-land – which, not to repeat myself, you'll soon be seeing plenty of – by Ypres, Oudenaarde, Brussels, and as far as Waterloo, where we parted ways. I went down to Paris, he went back to Brussels, and probably spent a lot of his time, thereafter, scurrying to and fro carrying messages, as when he was a boy.'