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attack. But the truth is that we said nothing at all
about it. The thing had to be attempted and there
was an end of it (until zero hour). The Brigadier and
his Staff (none too bright at map-references) were
hoping to satisfy (vicariously) General Whincop
(who'd got an unpopular bee in his bonnet about the
Rum Ration, and had ordered an impossible raid, two
months ago, which had been prevented by a provi-
dential thaw and caused numerous deaths in a sub-
sequently sacrificed battalion).

Whincop was hoping to satisfy the Corps Com-
mander, of whom we knew nothing at all, except that
he had insulted our Colonel on the Doullens road.
The Corps Commander hoped to satisfy the Army
Commander3 who had as usual informed us that
we were "pursuing a beaten enemy", and who had
brought the Cavalry up for a "break-through". (It is
worth mentioning that the village which was now our
Division's objective was still held by the Germans
eight months afterwards.) And the Army Com-
mander, I suppose, was in telephonic communication
with the Commander-in- Chief, who with one eye on
Marshal Foch, was hoping to satisfy his King and
Country. Such being the case, Wilmot and myself
were fully justified in leaving the situation to the care
of the military caste who were maiding the most of
their Great Opportunity for obtaining medal-ribbons
and reputations for leadership; and if I am being
caustic and captious about them I can only plead the
need for a few minutes' post-war retaliation. Let the
Staff write their own books about the Great War say
I. The Infantry were biased against them, and their
authentic story will be read with interest.

As for our conversation between ten o'clock and
midnight (when my operation orders arrived from the