It was quite delightful, not only to find a bed, but one which had been so nicely and wholesomely warmed.

I spent a most uncomfortable night, and in the morning I wondered if my batman would find out where I was and come and look after me.

About ten o'clock I heard a knock at the door and called out "Come in." To my astonishment, a very smart staff officer, with a brass hat and red badges, made his way into my room, and startled me by saying, "I am the Deputy-Judge-Advocate-General." "Oh", I said, "I was hoping you were my batman." He laughed at that and told me his business.

There had been a report that one of our Highlanders had been crucified on the door of a barn.

The Roman Catholic Chaplain of the 3rd Brigade and myself had tried to trace the story to its origin.