One felt he knew, and would never allow them to suffer and die except for final victory.
When I started painting him he said, "Why waste your time painting me?
Go and paint the men.

They're the fellows who are saving the world, and they're getting killed every day." The second time I was there, just after lunch, the Chief had gone to his room, and several Generals, Colonel Fletcher, Sassoon and myself were standing in the hall, when suddenly a most violent explosion went off, all the windows came tumbling in, and there was great excitement, as they thought the Boche had spotted the Chiefs whereabouts.

The explosions went on, and out came the Chief.

He walked straight up to me, laid his hand on my shoulder and said: "That's the worst of having a fellow like you here, Major.

I thought the Huns would spot it," and, having had his joke, went back to his work.