I was wounded at Maubeuge, or else I should have followed hard on the heels of that wonderful retreat of yours.
As it was, I lay for many months in hospital.

I joined again--shall I confess it ?--almost unwillingly.

The bloodthirstiness of it all sickened me.

I fought at Ypres, but I think that it was something of the courage of despair, of black misery.

I was wounded again and decorated.