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new the attack while the Stokes-gun officer put up an
enthusiastic barrage. It did not occur to me that any-
thing else was happening on Allenby's Army Front ex-
cept my own little show. My over-strained nerves had
wrought me up to such a pitch of excitement that I
was ready for any suicidal exploit. This convulsive
energy might have been of some immediate value had
there been any objective for it. But there was none;
and before I had time to inaugurate anything rash
and irrelevant Dunning arrived to relieve me. His air
of competent unconcern sobered me down, but I was
still inflamed with the offensive spirit and my impetu-
osity was only snuffed out by a written order from
the Gameronian Colonel, who forbade any further
advance owing to the attack having failed elsewhere.
My ferocity fizzled out then, and I realized that I had
a raging thirst. As I was starting my return journey
(I must have known then that nothing could stop me
till I got to England) the M.O. came sauntering up
the trench with the detached demeanour of a gentle
botanist. "Trust him to be up there having a look
round," I thought. Within four hours of leaving it I
was back in the Tunnel.

Back at Battalion Headquarters in the Tunnel I re-
ceived from our Colonel and Adjutant generous con-
gratulations on my supposedly dashing display. In
the emergency candlelight of that draughty cellar re-
cess I bade them good-bye with voluble assurances
that I should be back in a few weeks; but I was so
overstrained and excited that my assurances were'
noises rather than notions. Probably I should have
been equally elated without my wound; but if un-
wounded, I'd have been still up at the Block with the

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