on his little gramophone. That mawkish popular song
haunts me whenever I am remembering the War in
And when I told them how wonderfulyou were
They wouldn't believe me; they wouldn't believe me;
Your hands,your eyes,your lips,your hair,
Are in a class beyond compare . . .
and so on. His records were few, and all were of a
similar kind. I would have liked to hear a Handel
violin sonata sometimes; there was that one which
Kreisler had played the first time I heard him. . . .
And Fd have liked to hear Aunt Evelyn playing "The
Harmonious Blacksmith" on that Sunday evening
when we began to pull ourselves together for "the
Line". ... In her last letter she had said how long
the winter seemed, in spite of being so busy at the
local hospital. She was longing for the spring to come
again. "Spring helps one so much in life.53 (In the
spring, I thought, the "Big Push" will begin.) Her
chief bit of news was that Dixon was in France.
Although he had enlisted in the Army Veterinary
Corps he was now attached to the Army Service
Corps, and was a sergeant. "He seems quite happy,
as he has charge of a lot of horses," she wrote. I
wondered whether there was any chance of my seeing
him, but it seemed unlikely. Anyhow, I would try to
find out where he was, as soon as I knew where our
division was going. Dottrell thought we were for the
Somme trenches, which had lately been taken over
from the French.
But before we left Montagne Colonel Winchell sent
for me and told me to take over the job of Transport