I was to make a formal application for a Special
Reserve commission. The Special Reserve was a new
name for the old Militia; a temporary commission in
the New Army would have been much the same, but
Captain Huxtable wanted me to do the thing properly.
Greatly as he admired their spirit, he couldn't help
looking down a bit on those Kitchener's Army
When I broke the news to Aunt Evelyn she said
that of course 1 was doing the right thing. uBut 1 do
hate you doing it, my dear!5* she added. Should I
have to go all the way to Flintshire* she asked. I said
I supposed I should, for the depot was there.
And although I agreed with her that it would have
been nice if Fd been somewhere nearer, I had a
private conviction that I wanted to make my fresh
start among people who knew nothing about me.
Dixon had said (when he brought Cockbird to Down-
field the day after mobilization) that if I had to be in
the ranks I ought to have done it somewhere where
I wasn't so well known. I found afterwards that there
was a great'deal of truth in his remark. The Yeo-
manry would have been more' comfortable for me if
none of the officers had known me before I joined.
I now felt strongly in favour of getting right away
from my old associations. Captain Huxtable had
given me all I needed in the way of a send-off. Aunt
Evelyn was helping at the Voluntary Aid'Detachment
Hospital, which, as she said, took her mind off things.
Stephen, when I wrote and told him about it, re-
plied that since I was so keen on getting killed I
might as well do it properly dressed, and gave me
the name of his military tailor, which was a rather
unfortunate one—Craven & Sons. He-had-been
expecting to get a week's leave,' but it had been