Steps ran down a very steep hillside under the lee of an almost vertically plunging parapet. To the left of that parapet the whole hillside was one gruel of smashed trees split stones and powdered soil. It might have been a rag-picker's dump-heap on a colossal scale. Alan looked at it critically. I think he had helped to make it not long before. "We're on the top of the hill now and the Boches are below us " said he. "We gave them a very fair sickener lately. " "This " said the Colonel "is the front... read more
