BOOK ONE
BLANK CARTRIDGES
I. AB OVO
II. THE DAILY GRIND
III. GROWING PAINS
IV. THE CONVERSION OF PRIVATE M'SLATTERY
V. "CRIME"
VI. THE LAWS OF THE MEDES AND PERSIANS
VII. SHOOTING STRAIGHT
VIII. BILLETS
IX. MID-CHANNEL
X. DEEDS OF DARKNESS
XI. OLYMPUS
XII. ... AND SOME FELL BY THE WAYSIDE
XIII. CONCERT PITCH
BOOK TWO
LIVE ROUNDS
XIV. THE BACK OF THE FRONT
XV. IN THE TRENCHES--AN OFF-DAY
XVI. "DIRTY WORK AT THE CROSS-ROADS TO-NIGHT"
XVII. THE NEW WARFARE
XVIII. THE FRONT OF THE FRONT
XIX. THE TRIVIAL ROUND
XX. THE GATHERING OF THE EAGLES
XXI. THE BATTLE OF THE SLAG-HEAPS
"K(1)"
_We do not deem ourselves A 1,
We have no past: we cut no dash:
Nor hope, when launched against the Hun,
To raise a more than moderate splash.
But yesterday, we said farewell
To plough; to pit; to dock; to mill.
For glory_? Drop it! _Why? Oh, well--
To have a slap at Kaiser Bill.
And now to-day has come along.
With rifle, haversack, and pack,
We're off, a hundred thousand strong.
And--some of us will not come back.
But all we ask, if that befall,
Is this. Within your hearts be writ
This single-line memorial_:--
He did his duty--and his bit!