On the next (p.

043) morning of course I was "ragged" tremendously on my disappearance during the night.
The next day we marched off to the village of Sailly-sur-Lys, which was to become our rear headquarters during our occupation of the trenches.

The little place had been damaged by shells, but every available house was occupied.

Our battalion moved up the country road and was dispersed among the farm houses and barns in the neighbourhood.
I made my home with some officers in a small and dirty farm house.

The novelty of the situation, however, gave it a certain charm for the time.