“Buck up, old chap; it’s all in the day’s work.” And the day’s work of life is over for him. His friend says, “I can’t realize that he is really dead... we buried him this evening... Dear old — is well dug into his last trench to-night. This time yesterday we were curled up in our blankets watching the stars... There’s a gloom over us all. My mind keeps reverting to the days of our first meeting. It’s getting on for twenty year’s ago, but it seems only yesterday that we were little chaps of eight and ten and very sore-hearted at leaving home for the first time. We slept in the same dormitory, and smothered our grief under the bedclothes, but when, like whales, we had to come to the surface to breathe, we heard each other’s sobs. We chummed up that night. Do you remember his coming to stay with.us the first ‘hols’? Then Wellington and Sandhurst strengthened the bond between us. A few years of soldiering and now — finish!” SEL.
God grant that they may both meet again in-heaven.