Up in the lines there were many comical scenes and disputes. The men made themselves at home in the abandoned dug-outs which they found, and where the dinner had been left cooking they finished it and ate it. Drummers and pipers found superb quarters, and such original owners as turned up were much annoyed. Disputes were settled by neutral soldiers as a rule and went in favour of those who had not lost guns or abandoned their posts. Where the railway intersects the Gouzeaucourt-Cambrai road was a wonderful supply train, better than any golden wreck in desert-island story. This was stacked with every imaginable kind of food. The Germans had been through it, but had devoted their attention almost exclusively to the letters and the despatch-bags. They had taken away a few tit-bits but what was left sufficed the Guards for days. The transport was warned not to send up their rations for three days but to send up limbers instead to cart the food. At the disposal of the victors were also a number of abandoned motor-cars. There is a lively impression of a Sergeant-major going to and fro in a Ford car to this wonderful train. Authorities asked afterwards who had pillaged the train--the culprits ought to be brought to justice. But those in charge of that section of the line felt that the action was possibly excusable under the circumstances. Had they condemned it they had condemned themselves. The following lines by an unknown author appeared some months after the incident at Gouzeaucourt and men in the ranks copied it into their notebooks and diaries. The Guards' Division were out to rest They wanted it; They'd "popped it"--"as on parade." (What a jest!) Then they'd held the line and had done their best And were out. Twenty-four hours had scarcely passed; They were resting. When an orderly--bearing a message fast-- "The Germans have broken through at last, You're wanted." And wanted they were--without a doubt-- At Gouzeaucourt. The Huns had turned a lot of us out-- (A lot of us, mind you--supposed to be stout) "Help wanted!" Weary and footsore and stiff with cold-- Weren't shirking, The Guards' Division, demeanour bold, With drummers playing (so I'm told) Went at 'em. Said an A.P.M. as they marched along-- "Stand back there!" Get out of the way, you funking throng, They'll put to rights what you've done wrong, THE GUARDS DIVISION. (And they did.)