The book was already half full; she looked it over almost daily, and kept it as, at present, her greatest treasure.
She sent parcels regularly to Percy.

Campaigning had not destroyed his boyish love for sweetstuff, and he welcomed cakes, toffee and chocolate.
"I share it with the other chaps," he wrote, "and they give you a vote of thanks every time.

You wouldn't believe what larks we have in our dug-out!" Percy's letters were in his old gay style, but every now and then Winona noticed a more serious vein running through them.

He had sad news to tell sometimes.

Two of his special chums were killed in action, the young doctor was shot while attending to the wounded, and their chaplain had been injured.