I know the Englishman's heaven perfectly well.

It's made of lakes of ale, beer, porter and Scotch highballs, surrounded by high banks of cheese, mutton and roast beef." "There could be worse heavens," said Carstairs, "and if it should happen that way it wouldn't be long before you Yankees would be trying to break out of your heaven and into ours.

But here's a taste of it now, the cheese, for instance, and the beer, although it's in bottles." A spry Tommy Atkins served them, and John, thankful at heart, ate and drank with the best of them.

And while they ate the pulsing waves of air from the battle beat upon their ears.

It seemed to these young men to have been beating that way for weeks.
"Lannes will be back soon," said John to Carstairs and Wharton, "and he'll tear you away from your friends here.