Like all of us stay-at-homes, I cursed the censorship for leaving us so much in the dark.

He laughed and cursed the censorship for the opposite reason.
"The damned fools--I beg your pardon, Mother, but when a fool is too big a fool even for this world, he must be damned--the damned fools allow all sorts of things to be given away.

They were nearly the death of me and were the death of half a dozen of my men." And he told the story.

In a deserted brewery behind the lines the vats were fitted up as baths for men from the trenches, and the furnaces heated ovens in which horrible clothing was baked.

This brewery had been immune from attack until an officially sanctioned newspaper article specified its exact position.