Thank you, Pilot.

Just keep guard on the light here, sergeant major." "All right, sir.

Very good, sir, we will hang up a blanket." Meanwhile the news had spread throughout the camp, and before many minutes had passed the cellar was jammed with a crowd of men that reached through the door and out into the night.

The crowd was becoming noisy and there was danger of confusion.

Then the pilot climbed up on a heap of rubbish and made a little speech.
"Men," he called out, "this coffee is intended first of all for the sick men in this battalion.