Men, Women and Guns

If you pass through the Menin-Gate at Ypres, and walk up the slight rise that lies on the other side of the moat, you will come to the parting of the ways. You will at the same...

On the Promenade facing the Casino at Monte Carlo two men were seated smoking. The Riviera season was at its height, and passing to and fro in front of them were the usual crowd...

Two reasons have impelled me to tell the story of Hugh Latimer, and both I think are good and sufficient. First I was his best friend, and second I know more about the tragedy t...

No one who has ever given the matter a moment's thought would deny, I suppose, that a regiment without discipline is like a ship without a rudder. True as that fact has always b...

Nothing in this war has so struck those who have fought in it as its impersonal nature. From the day the British Army moved north, and the first battle of Ypres commenced--and w...

James Henry was the sole remaining son of his mother, and she was a widow. His father, some twelve months previously, had inadvertently encountered a motor-car travelling at gre...

It would be but a small exaggeration to say that in every God-forsaken hole and corner of the world, where soldiers lived and moved and had their being, before Nemesis overtook...

It was in July of 1914--on the Saturday of Henley Week. People who were there may remember that, for once in a way, our fickle climate was pleased to smile upon us.

Having reported his arrival, he sat down to await orders. Boulogne is not a wildly exhilarating place; though there is always the hotel where one may consume cocktails and potat...

THE LAND OF THE TOPSY TURVY I. THE GREY HOUSE 237 II. THE WOMEN AND--THE MEN 243 III. THE WOMAN AND THE MAN 249 IV. "THE REGIMENT" 257 V. THE CONTRAST 265 VI. BLACK, WHITE, AND-...

But now rumour was getting busy in earnest--things were in the air. There were talks of a great offensive--and although there be rumour in England, though bucolic stationmasters...

On the Tuesday a board of doctors passed Jim Denver fit for General Service, having first given him the option of a month's home service if he liked. Two days after he turned up...

"When's your board, Jim?" The flickering light of the fire lit up the old oak hall, playing on the face of the girl buried in an easy chair. Tea was over, and they were alone.

When Jim Denver told Lady Alice Conway that he was sane again, he spoke no more than the truth. A few weeks in France, and then a shattered arm had brought him back to England w...

All the next day the battalion worked on the trenches. To men used to the water and slush of Ypres they came as a revelation--the trenches and dug-outs in the chalk district. Gr...

But the grey period for Jim was drawing to a close. To-day it's the man over the road that tops the bill; to-morrow it's you, as I said before: and a change of caste was imminen...

The following afternoon Denver, strolling back from the town, was hailed by a man in khaki, standing in the door of his house. He knew the man well, Vane, by name--had dined wit...

You come on it unexpectedly, round a little spur in the side of the valley, which screens it from view. It stands below you as you first see it, not a big house, not a little on...

However, to be serious. It was as he came away from this scene of alarm and despondency that Jim met an old pal who boasted the gunner badge, and whom conversation revealed as t...

So they carried him home for the second time--back to the Land of Sanity: to the place where the noise of the water sounded ceaselessly over the rounded stones. And resting one...

CHAPTER I. THE MOTOR-GUN 23 II. PRIVATE MEYRICK--COMPANY IDIOT 49 III. SPUD TREVOR OF THE RED HUSSARS 77 IV. THE FATAL SECOND 99 V. JIM BRENT'S V.C. 121 VI. RETRIBUTION 155 VII....