Occasionally I receive letters from friends whom I have not seen lately addressed to Lieutenant M---- and apologising prettily inside in case I am by now a colonel; in drawing-rooms I am sometimes called "Captain-er"; and up at the Fort the other day a sentry of the Royal Defence Corps, wearing the Créçy medal, mistook me for a Major, and presented crossbows to me. This is all wrong. As Mr. GARVIN well points out, it is important that we should not have a false perspective of the War. Let me, then, make it perfectly plain--I am a Second Lieutenant. When I first became a Second Lieutenant I was rather proud. I was a Second Lieutenant "on probation." On my right sleeve I wore a single star. So: * (on probation, of course). On my left sleeve I wore another star. So: * (also on probation). They were good stars, none better in the service; and as we didn't like the sound of "on probation" Celia put a few stitches in them to make them more permanent. This proved effective. Six months later I had a very pleasant note from the KING telling me that the days of probation were now over, and making it clear that he and I were friends. I was now a real Second Lieutenant. On my right sleeve I had a single star. Thus: * (not on probation). On my left sleeve I also had a single star. In this manner: * This star also was now a fixed one. From that time forward my thoughts dwelt naturally on promotion. There were exalted persons in the regiment called Lieutenants. They had two stars on each sleeve. So: * * I decided to become a Lieutenant. Promotion in our regiment was difficult. After giving the matter every consideration I came to the conclusion that the only way to win my second star was to save the Colonel's life. I used to follow him about affectionately in the hope that be would fall into the sea. He was a big strong man and a powerful swimmer, but once in the water it would not be difficult to cling round his neck and give an impression that I was rescuing him. However, he refused to fall in. I fancy that he wore somebody's Military Soles which prevent slipping. Years rolled on. I used to look at my stars sometimes, one on each sleeve; they seemed very lonely. At times they came close together; but at other times, as, for instance, when I was semaphoring, they were very far apart. To prevent these occasional separations Celia took them off my sleeves and put them on my shoulders. One on each shoulder. So: * And so: * There they stayed. And more years rolled on. One day Celia came to me in great excitement. "Have you seen this in the paper about promotion?" she said eagerly. "No; what is it?" I asked. "Are they making more generals?" "I don't know about generals; it's Second Lieutenants being Lieutenants." "You're joking on a very grave subject," I said seriously. "You can't expect to win the War if you go on like that."