I shot a bullet into the air, It fell to earth I know not where. When we were up to-day P. emptied a drum of ammunition from the gun over the lines--not firing at anything in particular, but just to test the gun. The empty cartridges as they were ejected landed with clockwork regularity on the top of my head. I said to myself, “This is some hail.” Last evening E. and I went in a tender to the battery we had been working with in the morning and saw the wonderful ruins of a town near there. We were really quite close to the lines, but luckily there was no shelling, and we got back O.K. We have a game here now which is something like tennis. Instead of racquets and balls, we use a rope quoit, which must be caught and returned as per tennis, but must not be held in the hand or thrown over-arm. I had a game of solo yesterday with three others, and I have discovered two people who are frightfully keen on “Scramble Patience.” Gee whiz! One of them knows practically all Gilbert and Sullivan by heart as well. Isn’t it extraordinary how “Scramble Patience” and Gilbert and Sullivan always seem to go together? We went for a walk last evening, and sang the Nightmare song through, and several from “Patience” and the “Yeomen,” etc. We are getting a tennis court made after all; it is progressing quite well. * * * * * [Sidenote: A Good Story.] Here is a story as it was told to me. One of the best pilots at the front one day crashed on the top of some trees. He got out, and was standing by the remains of his machine when a Staff Officer came up and remarked, “I suppose you’ve had a smash!” “Oh n-no,” stuttered the pilot, who was, to put it mildly, somewhat savage, “I _always_ l-land l-ike this.” The Staff Officer, annoyed in his turn, said, “Do you know whom you are speaking to? What is your name?” To which: “Don’t try to c-come the comic p-policeman over me. Y-You’ll f-find my n-number on my t-tail p-plane.” I was called at four this morning, and leapt heroically into the air at five. It was confoundedly cold, but I had a thick shirt and vest, a leather waistcoat, double-breasted tunic, the fleece lining from my waterproof and a leather overcoat, so I just managed to keep warm. * * * * *