Now, we had a preacher in our chapel once...." And he went on to tell me of some revival mission.
"'Well, I went back to the O.C.He wanted me to have a drink, and I did, for, to tell you the truth, I felt like it.

Then I got back to camp.
"'In the afternoon I went round the lines again.

Hilda, I _wish_ I could tell you what I felt.

Everyone was decent enough, but the men would get up and salute as I came up, and by the very sound of their voices you could tell how their talk changed as soon as they saw me.

Mind you, they were much more friendly than men at home, but I felt all the time out of touch.