wished I wouldn't. He argued that there was no special reason for doing it. I reminded him that we must maintain our supremacy in no-man's-land. "Haven't you already shown your damned supremacy by going over and quelling the Fritzes with a look?55 he pro- tested. But I produced a plausible project. I was going to locate a machine-gun which had seemed to be firing from outside their trench with the intention of enfiladjpg us, and anyhow it was all arranged, and I was going out with Corporal Davies at one o'clock, from No. 14 post (which was where our company front ended). Seeing that I was bent on going, Vel- more became helpful, and the sergeant-major was told to send an urgent warning to B Company, as the objective I had in mind was on their front. My real reason for seeking trouble like this was my need to escape from the worry and responsibility of being a Company Commander, plus annoyance with the idea of being blown to bits while sitting there watching Velmore inditing a nicely-worded situation report. I was tired and overstrained, and my old fool- hardiness was taking control of me. To be outside the trench with the possibility of bumping into an enemy patrol was at any rate an antidote to my suppressed weariness of the entire bloody business. I wanted to do something definite, and perhaps get free of the whole thing. It was the old story; I could only keep going by doing some- thing spectacular. So there was more bravado than bravery about it, and I should admire that vanished self of mine more if he had avoided taking needless risks. I blame him for doing his utmost to prevent my being here to write about him. But on the other hand I am grateful to him for giving me something to write about.