The mud, the cold, the noise, the misery, and perhaps death;--on they went, plodding through the mud, those wonderful men, perhaps singing one of their cheer-making songs, such as:-- "I want to go home.

(p.

019) I want to go home.
I don't want to go to the trenches no more, Where the Whizz-bangs and Johnsons do rattle and roar.
Take me right over the sea, Where the Allemande can't bayonet me.
Oh, my! I don't want to die, I want to go home." [Illustration: V._Warwickshires entering Peronne._] How did they do it?
"I want to go home."-- Does anyone realise what those words must have meant to them then?
I believe I do now--a little bit.

Even I, from my back, looking-on position, sometimes felt the terrible fear, the longing to get away.

What must they have felt?
"From battle, murder and sudden death, Good Lord, deliver us." On up the hill past the mines to Pozieres.