Did I guess that Robertson too was mortally wounded? I cannot say--only my teeth were set, and I felt very wideawake. In a minute both Davidson and Macfarlane came up, Davidson down 76 Street, and Macfarlane from Rue Albert. I told Macfarlane all about it, and as I did so my blood was up. I swore hard at the devils that had done this; and we agreed on a “strafe” at a quarter to one. * * * * * I stood alone at Trafalgar Square. There was a great calm sky, and the moon looked down at me. Then with a “thud” the first football went up. Then the Stokes answered. “Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” Up they sailed into the air all together, and exploded with a deafening din. “Thud--thud!” “Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” Then the Boche woke up. Two canisters rose, streamed, and fell, dropping slightly to my right. But still our trench-mortars went on. Two more canisters tried for Davidson’s gun. I was elated. “This for Thompson and Robertson,” I said, as our footballs went on methodically. Then the whizz-bangs began on Trafalgar Square. I went to the telephone. “Artillery,” I said briefly. “Retaliate C 1 Sector.” And then our guns began. “Scream, scream, scream” they went over. “Swish--swish” answered the Boche whizz-bangs. “Phew,” said Sergeant Tallis, the bombing-sergeant, as he looked out of his dug-out. “More retaliation,” I said to the signaller, and stepped out again. A grim exaltation filled me. We were getting our own back. I did not care a straw for their canisters or whizz-bangs. It pleased me to hear Sergeant Tallis say “Phew.” My blood was up, and I did not feel like saying “Phew.” “The officer wants to know if that is enough,” said the telephone orderly, who had come out to find me. “No,” I answered; “I want more.” The Boche was sending “heavies” over on to Maple Redoubt. I would go on until he stopped. My will should be master. Again our shells screamed over. There was no reply. Gradually quiet came back. Then I heard footsteps, and there was Davidson. His face was glowing too. “How was that?” he asked. How was that? He had fired magnificently, though the Boche had sent stuff all round him. How was that? “Magnificent! We’ve shut them up.” “I’ve got six shells left. Shall I blaze them off?” “Oh, no!” said I; “I think we’ve avenged Tommy.” His face hardened. “Good night, Bill!” But I did not feel like sleep. I still stood at the corner, waiting for I knew not what. “Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” went the Stokes gun. There was a pause, and “bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” came the sound of them bursting. There was a longer pause. “Bang!” I watched the spark floating through the sky. “Bang!” came the sound back from the German trench. I waited. There was no answer. And for the first time that night I fancied the moon smiled. [_Copy_] DAILY SUMMARY. C 1. (LEFT COMPANY) 6 p.m. 18.3.16--3.30 p.m. 19.3.16 (a) _Operations._