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 is general all along the line. He surrenders his post to a comrade, and crawls down into his bombproof dugout almost reluctantly, for the long day of inactive waiting has commenced.

Though he never expresses even a momentary regret for the choice he has made, he freely admits that trench warfare is "anything but romantic." For the artilleryman it is "doubtless very interesting" but "the poor common soldier" has a pretty mean time of it:

Of the commissariat arrangements he gives, on the whole, a very good account; but he admits that "to supplement the regular rations with luxuries such as butter, cheese, preserves, and especially chocolate, is a matter that occupies more of the young soldier's thoughts than the invisible enemy. Our corporal told us the other day that there wasn't a man in the squad that wouldn't exchange his rifle for a jar of jam." But "though modern warfare xxxii