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nothing had been required of him except to make up
the quorum of officers trying the case, he had been up-
set by it. Some poor wretch had been condemned to
be shot for cowardice. The court had recommended
the prisoner to mercy, but the proceedings had been
bad for young Ormand. However, he relieved the
situation by exclaiming, "And to-morrow I've got to
have my ... anti-typhoid injection!" and I reminded
him that he was reducing his overdraft at Cox's by
being at the Front* So our walk ended; we passed the
looming aerodrome, and the lines of lorries under the
trees along the main road, and the sentry who stood
by a glowing brazier at the crossroads. Down in the
hollow crouched the Camp; a disgusting dinner in the
smoky hut and then early to bed, was all it could offer
us. "Summer time" began at midnight, which meant
one hour less sleep and absolutely nothing else.


PALM SUNDAY was on April ist that year.   On
April 2nd we left Camp 13. No one wanted to
see it again, and as we went up hill to the Corbie
road the smoke from the incinerators made the place
look as if we had set fire to it.

I had a feeling that we were marching away to a
better land. Camp 13 had clogged our minds, but the
troops were in better spirits to-day and the Battalion
seemed to have recovered its consciousness as a unit.
The wind was blowing cold enough for snow, but the
sun shone and wintry weather couldn't last much
longer. Where were we walking to, I wondered; for
this was known to be the first stage of a longish migra-
tion northwards. Arras, perhaps; rumours of an im-