There is one thing I would appreciate as much as anything just at
present, and that is a day’s sleep in bed. We have not undressed for a
month, and a little straw under some cover is considered a luxury: _A
Private of M Section, B Signal Company_.
Lost!
If we lay down on the road we fell asleep at once, but if Germans got
wind of us they were on top of us before we could get to sleep. We
just lived on pears and apples, and eventually fell in with a party of
French cavalry, who shared their bread with us: _A Sergeant in an Irish
Regiment_.