THE YPRES TIMES
By W. R. BIRD.
What was it you saw out there, my lad,
That set such depths in your eyes?"
OF all the haunting memories that grip the veteran, remembrance of the long
agony of Passchendaele usually rules supreme. A stark sea of slime and
human debris, where one saw, smelt, and tasted death, its tragedies burned
pictures in the brain of every survivor who wallowed back to safety. Eleven years
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WE STUMBLED OVER ISOLATED NESTS IN THE MUD.
later those pictures have dimmed but little, and some of those tired-eyed men one
meets in out-of-the-way places could preach an impressive sermon Io those who
chant, Forget the War."
Jock Brown is one of those tired-eyed men. He draws his artificial leg when
walking so that its boot makes a rasping noise on the pavement, and his eyes hold
