I told them that if they would go down on their knees and pray for illumination on the subject, they might find out, but that I had not the slightest idea myself.

A visit to the trenches was most fascinating.

I used to take Philo with me.

He found much amusement in hunting for rats, and would often wander off into No Man's Land and come back covered with the blood of his victims.

One night I had missed him for some time, and was whistling for him, when a sentry told me that a white dog had been "captured" by one of the men with the thought that it was a German police dog, and he had carried it off to company headquarters under sentence of death.