Official." Aye, I'd gone all ower that land in which he'd focht.

I'd seen the spot where he was killed.

I'd lain doon beside his grave.

And then, in the spring of 1918, as I travelled back toward New York, across America, the Hun swept doon again through Peronne and Bapaume.

He took back a' that land British blood had been spilled like watter to regain frae him.
The pity of it! Sae I was thinking each day as I read the bulletins! Had America come in tae late?
I'd read the words of Sir Douglas Haig, that braw and canny Scot wha held the British line in France, when he said Britain was fichtin' wi' her back tae the wall.