There we had a star turn, and took about as many prisoners as we put infantry over the top.

After that we were hauled out for a month, and subsequently planted in a bad bit on the Scarpe with a hint that we would soon be used for a big push.

Then suddenly I was ordered home to report to the War Office, and passed on by them to Bullivant and his merry men.

So here I was sitting in a railway carriage in a grey tweed suit, with a neat new suitcase on the rack labelled C.B.The initials stood for Cornelius Brand, for that was my name now.

And an old boy in the corner was asking me questions and wondering audibly why I wasn't fighting, while a young blood of a second lieutenant with a wound stripe was eyeing me with scorn.
The old chap was one of the cross-examining type, and after he had borrowed my matches he set to work to find out all about me.