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Gibbs, Philip, 1877-1962

"Now It Can Be Told"

I
watched him read it, and saw the sudden pallor of his face, and
noticed how the room shook with the constant reverberation of distant
gun-fire. A big bombardment was in progress over Vimy way.
"Excuse me," said the colonel; "things seem to be happening. I must go
at once."
He went through the window, leaping the sill, and a look of bad
tidings went with him.
His men had been blown out of the craters.
A staff officer sat in the brigade office, and when the acting-
brigadier had gone raised his head and looked across to me.
"I am a critic of these affairs," he said. "They seem to me too
expensive. But I'm here to do what I am told."
We did not regain the Vimy craters until a year afterward, when the
Canadians and Scottish captured all the Vimy Ridge in a great assault.


XX

The winter of discontent had passed. Summer had come with a wealth of
beauty in the fields of France this side the belt of blasted earth.
The grass was a tapestry of flowers, and tits and warblers and the
golden oriole were making music in the woods.


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