Now and then a soldier would move across the yard to the door of the farm, and he seemed to slide with something between walking and running, his shoulders bent, his head down.

The sun, low now, showed just above the end of the farm roof and the lines of light were orange between the shadows of the barn.

All the batteries seemed now very far away; the only sound in the world was the occasional sigh of the shrapnel.

The farmyard was bathed in the peace of the summer evening.
The Colonel, when he had finished his conversation with some humorous sally that gave him great pleasure, greeted us.
"Very glad to see you, gentlemen....

Two Englishmen! Well, that's the Alliance in very truth ...