Notes of a Camp-Follower on the Western Front

'There's our hut ' said the young hut-leader, pointing through iron palings at a couple of toy Noah's Arks built large. 'No-that's the nth Division's cinema. The Y.M.C.A. is the one beyond.' The enclosure behind the palings had been a parade-ground in piping times; and British squads, from the pink French barracks outside the gates, still drilled there between banks of sterilised rubbish and lagoons of unmedicated mud.