If one only had something to eat! It is curious how the normal instincts and wants of man assert themselves even under the most dangerous conditions.
He began to think of the good German brown bread and the hot sausage that he had devoured, and the hot coffee that he had drunk.

One could eat the food of an enemy without compunction.
But it was folly to move, even to seek dinner or supper, while the shells were flying in such quantities over his head.

As he turned once more and lay on his back he caught glimpses as of swift shadows passing high above, and the whistling and screaming of shells and shrapnel was continuous.

It was true that a missile might fall short and find him in the grass, but he considered the possibility remote and it did not give him a tremor.

As he was sure now that he would suffer no bodily ill from his long bath in the Marne he might remain in the grass until night and then creep away.