Often when I have returned to my hut at night, I have stood outside in the darkness, looking over the fields towards the front, and as I saw the German flares going up, I said to myself, "Those are the foot-lights of the stage on which the world's greatest drama is being enacted." One seemed to be taking part, however humbly, in the making of human history.

But it was a grievous thing to think of the toll of life that the war forced upon us and the suffering that it involved.

The brave patient hearts of those at home were continually in our thoughts, and we always felt that the hardest burden was laid upon them.

They had no excitement; they knew not the comradeship and the exaltation of feeling which came to those who were in the thick of things at the front.

They had to go on day by day bearing their burden of anxiety, quietly and patiently in faith and courage.