On another night the huge marquee where Harrod's ran the mess for a large number of officers, blew down just as we were going to dinner, and we had to forage in the various canteens for tinned salmon and packages of biscuits.
Still, in spite of all, the spirits of our men never failed.

One night when a heavy rain had turned every hollow into a lake, and every gully into a rushing cataract, I went down to some tents on a lower level than my own.

I waded through water nearly a foot deep and came to a tent from which I saw a faint light emerging.

I looked inside and there with their backs to the pole stood some stalwart young Canadians.

On an island in the tent, was a pile of blankets, on which burnt a solitary candle.