upon, As every Ensign sees. They would muddle along (as in fact they did) With vast supplies of the _tertium quid_ You bracket with bread-and- cheese. please. THEY gave him some leave after Grosvenor Square-- And bang went a month on banns; For Ermyntrude had a natural _flair_ For the least unusual plans. Her heaviest uncle came down well, And entertained, at a fair hotel, The dregs of the coupled clans. A CERTAIN number of cheques accrued To keep the wolf from the door: The economical Ermyntrude Had charge of the dwindling store, When a Board reported her bridegroom fit As--some expression she didn't permit . . . And he left for the Front once more. HIS crowd had been climbing the jaws of hell: He found them in death's dog- teeth, With little to show but a good deal to tell In their fissure of smoking heath. There were changes--of course --but the change in him Was the ribbon that showed on his tunic trim And the tumult hidden be- neath! FOR all he had suffered and seen before Seemed nought to a husband's care; And the Chinese puzzle of mod- ern war For subtlety couldn't compare With the delicate springs of the complex life To be led with a highly sensitised wife In a slightly rarefied air! YET it's good to be back with the old platoon-- "A man in a world of men"! Each cheery dog is a henchman boon-- Especially Sergeant Wren! Ermyntrude couldn't endure his name-- Considered bad language no lien on fame, Yet it's good to--hear it again! BETTER to feel the Ser-