I remembered several like it during our winter's training in Hampshire.

The road was a fine one, well engineered, and well kept too, considering the amount of traffic.
We were little delayed, for it was sufficiently broad to let us pass troops and transport without slackening pace.

The fellow at my side was good-humoured enough, but his presence naturally put the lid on our conversation.

I didn't want to talk, however.

I was trying to piece together a plan, and making very little of it, for I had nothing to go upon.