And the greatest gift of all, my sense of gratitude, that after passing through death, I am alive! CHAPTER XXIII THE WOMAN WHO WAITS THE TELEGRAPH BOY'S RAT-TAT. KILLED IN ACTION. WEEKS OF MOURNING Meanwhile, what was transpiring at home? What interpretation had been put upon my absence? Many weeks later, after my first letter had reached home like a message from the dead, a post-card was handed to me from my father, which seemed to echo the sob of a broken heart. It was the first message to arrive from the England I loved so much, and my home, which I yearned for. Letters from every member of my family were hastening towards me; but all were delayed except the single post-card, which told me only too plainly of the tragedy at home which was the result of my absence. The message, written in a shaky hand, ran briefly, thus: "My son, for four weeks we have mourned you as dead; God bless you!" In the despair of my heart my blindness and my bonds of captivity seemed to grow greater. In that simple message I realised the terrible truth, the full significance of the tragedy which had followed my fall. What had been my suffering to theirs? After all I was a soldier, and mine was a duty. But those who wait at home--what of them? The letters which followed confirmed my worst fears. I trembled and cried like a child. How brave they had all been! How unworthy seemed my life to warrant the heroic fortitude and silent suffering which these letters unfolded! What were a few bullets compared with the pluck and silent self-sacrifice of the women of Britain, who were untrained to bear such shocks? What physical pain could compare with such anguish as theirs? The first intimation reached my home by a letter returned from France, undelivered, and bearing a slip containing these words, type-written: "Killed in action September 9." Three days later a knock at the door, and a telegraph boy handed in a telegram which read: "Most deeply regret inform you Cap. H.G. Nobbs ---- London Regiment, Killed in Action Sep. 9." and also another telegram: "The King & Queen deeply regret loss you and the Army have sustained by the death of Cap. Nobbs, in the service of his Country. Their Majestys deeply sympathise with you in your sorrow. "KEEPER OF THE PRIVY PURSE." Next morning my name appeared in the official casualty list under the heading: "Killed in Action." Letters followed from the front confirming my death, and even describing the manner of my death. Such things are unavoidable in modern warfare; and only those who understand the conditions and the difficulties can appreciate the possibility of avoiding occasional errors. It is surprising to me that the errors in reporting casualties are not more frequent, and it speaks well of the care given by those responsible for this task.