I was now also formally inducted into the membership of that august body known as "C" mess, where the heads (p.

099) of non-combatant departments met for dining and wining.

Somebody asked me one day what "C" mess was.

I told him it was a lot of withered old boughs on the great tree of the Canadian Expeditionary Force--a description which was naturally much resented by the other members.

I had no difficulty now in arranging for my billets, as that was always done for me by our Camp Commandant.
Life in Nieppe was very delightful and the presence of the British Division gave it an added charm.