It was impossible to dodge him; I could see already that he was making towards me.

When he came up to me, he asked me what I was doing there, and ordered me back to Headquarters on pain of a speedy return to No.
2 General Hospital.

"If you come east of my Headquarters," he said, "you will be sent back absolutely certainly." That night I took my revenge by sleeping in his deserted bed, and found it very comfortable.
Our Brigade Headquarters were at Le Touret in a large farm surrounded by a moat.

We were quite happy, but on the next day, which I spent in censoring the letters of the 13th Battalion, I was told that the 2nd Brigade were coming to occupy the billet and that I had to get out and forage for myself.

At half past six in the evening I saw from my window the giant form of General Currie followed by his staff, riding across the bridge over the moat.