Produced by Tiffany Vergon, Brendan Lane, Edward Johnson, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team THE GLORY OF THE TRENCHES AN INTERPRETATION By Coningsby Dawson Author of “Carry On: Letters In Wartime,” Etc. With An Introduction By His Father, W. J. Dawson “The glory is all in the souls of the men--it's nothing external.” --From “Carry On” 1917 [Illustration: LIEUTENANT CONINGSBY DAWSON] TO YOU AT HOME Each night we panted till the runners came, Bearing your letters through the battle-smoke. Their path lay up Death Valley spouting flame, Across the ridge where the Hun's anger spoke In bursting shells and cataracts of pain; Then down the road where no one goes by day, And so into the tortured, pockmarked plain Where dead men clasp their wounds and point the way. Here gas lurks treacherously and the wire Of old defences tangles up the feet; Faces and hands strain upward through the mire, Speaking the anguish of the Hun's retreat. Sometimes no letters came; the evening hate Dragged on till dawn. The ridge in flying spray Of hissing shrapnel told the runners' fate; We knew we should not hear from you that day-- From you, who from the trenches of the mind Hurl back despair, smiling with sobbing breath, Writing your souls on paper to be kind, That you for us may take the sting from Death. CONTENTS TO YOU AT HOME. (Poem) HOW THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN IN HOSPITAL. (Poem) THE ROAD TO BLIGHTY THE LADS AWAY. (Poem) THE GROWING OF THE VISION THE GLORY OF THE TRENCHES. (Poem) GOD AS WE SEE HIM HOW THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN In my book, _The Father of a Soldier_, I have already stated the conditions under which this book of my son's was produced. He was wounded in the end of June, 1917, in the fierce struggle before Lens. He was at once removed to a base-hospital, and later on to a military hospital in London. There was grave danger of amputation of the right arm, but this was happily avoided. As soon as he could use his hand he was commandeered by the Lord High Commissioner of Canada to write an important paper, detailing the history of the Canadian forces in France and Flanders. This task kept him busy until the end of August, when he obtained a leave of two months to come home. He arrived in New York in September, and returned again to London in the end of October.