I do not think there was any real parados.

The dugouts were on a level with the trench and were roofed with pieces of corrugated iron covered with two layers of sandbags.

They were a strange contrast to the dugouts thirty feet deep, lined with wood, which we afterwards made for our trench homes.
I was immensely pleased at having at last got into the front line.
Even if I were sent out I had at least seen the trenches.

The captain brought me to his tiny dugout and told me that he and I could squeeze in there together for the night.

He then asked me if I should like to see the trench, and took me with him on his rounds.