They were all sources of special danger, as everyone who has been at the front can testify.
Over and over again on my rambles in the dark, nothing has saved me from being stuck by a sentry but the white gleam of my clerical (p.

038) collar, which on this account I had frequently thought of painting with luminous paint.

One night I stepped into a cesspool and had to sit on a chair while my batman pumped water over me almost as ill-savoured as the pool itself.

On another occasion, when, against orders, I was going into the trenches in Ploegsteert, I saw the General and his staff coming down the road.

Quick as thought, I cantered my horse into an orchard behind a farm house, where there was a battery of Imperials.
The men were surprised, not to say alarmed, at the sudden appearance of a chaplain in their midst.