Neither was he pleased to hear that this medieval baron was again so near, although he did not realize why until later.
"We've talked enough now," said John, "and I'll see that food is sent you.

Then it's off with you to the hospital.

It's a French hospital, but they'll treat a German shoulder just as they would one of their own." The life in the vast honeycomb of trenches was awakening fast.

Two million men perhaps, devoted to the task of killing one another, crept from their burrows and stood up.

Along the whole line almost of twenty score miles snow had fallen, but the rifles and cannon were firing already, spasmodic sharpshooting at some points, and fierce little battles at others.
John peered over the edge of the trench.