Three of us were sitting by the support line on the Salonika front,
conditions were fairly bad, rations were short and a mail was long
overdue. We were fed-up. But the view across the Vardar Valley was some
compensation.
The wadis and plains, studded with bright flowers, the glistening river
and the sun just setting behind the distant ridges and tinting the low
clouds, combined to make a perfect picture. One of my pals, with a
poetic temperament, rhapsodised on the scene for several minutes, and
then asked our other mate what he thought. "Sooner see the blinkin'
Old Kent Road!" was the answer of the peace-time costermonger.--_W. W.
Wright, 24 Borthwick Road, E.15._