They showed no sign of pleasure at the idea of leaving Hell for a bit.

It was as if they had gone through so much that nothing mattered.

I was glad when I was back at Divisional H.Q.that evening.

We had difficulty on one part of the road, as a "Sausage" had been brought down across it.
Shortly afterwards I went to live at St.Pol, a dirty little town, but full of character.

The hotel was filthy and the food impossible.