And when we had all said how glad we were, she said-- 'Thank the dear Lord for His mercies,' and she took her boy Bill into the cottage and shut the door.
We went home and chopped up the tombstone with the wood-axe and had a blazing big bonfire, and cheered till we could hardly speak.
The postcard was a mistake; he was only missing.

There was a pipe and a whole pound of tobacco left over from our keepsake to the other soldiers.

We gave it to Bill.

Father is going to have him for under-gardener when his wounds get well.

He'll always be a bit lame, so he cannot fight any more..