I went over to the officers' club and had a good wash and luncheon, and there meeting a very nice engineer officer, I asked him if he could tell me where I could find any lorries going North.

I told him my railway experience, and it so moved him that he very kindly sent me off in his own car to St.Pol, where I was picked up by one of our staff cars and taken home in time for dinner.

Railway journeys in France were not things to remember with pleasure, and if they were bad for the officers, what must they have been for the poor men in the crowded third-class carriages?
At the end of January, our pleasant life at Bruay came to an end, and we moved off to Barlin which was to be our headquarters for a (p.

162) month and a half.

It was while we were there that I had an attack of trench-fever, which, like being "crummy," is really part of a complete war experience.