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Then heavy "crumps" burst in the fields where the
sheep were browsing, across the way we had to go to the brigade
headquarters.
"How about it?" asked the captain with me. "I don't like crossing that
field, in spite of the buttercups and daisies and the little frisky
lambs."
"I hate the idea of it," I said.
Then we looked down the road at the little body of brown men. They
were nearer now, and I could see the face of the officer leading
them--a boy subaltern, rather pale though the sun was hot. He halted
and saluted my companion.
"The enemy seems to have sighted our dust, sir. His shrapnel is
following up pretty closely. Would you advise me to put my men under
cover, or carry on?"
The captain hesitated. This was rather outside his sphere of
influence. But the boyishness of the other officer asked for help.
"My advice is to put your men into that ditch and keep them there
until the strafe is over." Some shrapnel bullets whipped the sun-baked
road as he spoke.
"Very good, sir.


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