_War, that mad game the world so loves to play._
SWIFT’S “Ode to Sir William Temple.”
_The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave._
CAMPBELL’S “Hohenlinden.”
_But there is neither East nor West, border, nor breed nor birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the
ends of the earth!_
KIPLING’S “Ballad of East and West.”
Everybody is brave out here, but we all pass the biscuit on to the
flying-men. If ever men won a V.C. they have: _An Infantry Private_.
“All’s Well”
It’s all “Vive l’Anglais” where we go. The villagers look on us as
their saviours. We all feel very cheerful and all have the one idea
that we must win, so as long as we are not downhearted. “All’s well”
will be the cry: _An Unnamed Private_.