He said: "If you get any more letters that annoy you, send them to me and I'll answer them." I went back to St.Pol with my head in the air.

A great weight seemed to have been lifted off me.
Sir Douglas was a strong man, a true Northerner, well inside himself--no pose.

It seemed it would be impossible to upset him, impossible to make him show any strong feeling, and yet one felt he (p.

028) understood, knew all, and felt for all his men, and that he truly loved them; and I knew they loved him.

Never once, all the time I was in France, did I hear a "Tommy" say one word against "'Aig." Whenever it became my honour to be allowed to visit him, I always left feeling happier--feeling more sure that the fighting men being killed were not dying for nothing.