When they had finished, the waiter put a cigarette in each of their mouths and lit them.

After a few minutes four men walked in with two stretchers, put the two breakfasters on the stretchers, and walked out with them--not a word was spoken.
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_No Man's Land._] I found out afterwards that the Pilot had been hit in the wrist over the lines early that morning and missed the direction back to his aerodrome.

Getting very weak, he landed, not very well, outside Amiens.

He got his wrist bound up and had asked someone to telephone to the aerodrome to tell them that they were going to the "Rhin" for breakfast, and would they send for them there?
After I had been in Amiens for about a fortnight, going out to the Somme battlefields early in the morning and coming back when it got dark, I received a message one evening from the Press "Major" to go to his chateau and ring up the "Colonel" at Rollencourt, which I did.