In and about the towns at the back of the lines where the troops are billeted there are a sprinkling of civilians.  When these places are being shelled they display no fear.  Occasionally elderly people will cover their heads with their hands and seek shelter in the cellars, while the soldier, ostrich-like, is quite contented provided he has some protection for his head, but the majority continue with their work as in normal times.  When the civilians were questioned as to whether they were afraid of the enemy breaking through and carrying them off or killing them, they would confidently reply, ’Oh, no!  British between.’  They feel perfectly safe, knowing that the British are between them and the Hun.

Many of them have good reason to remember the time when the enemy were in occupation of the town.  In some instances the Germans have been highly spoken of.  I give credence to every good report.  Personally, we bear them no ill-will.  We detest the system which has made them what they are, and we are here to crush it, and sincerely hope that the men of the German race who, however, mistaken, are ready to lay down their lives for their country, may emerge from this war and be re-made on the anvil of defeat, and in the days to be redeem to honour the name which to-day is the synonym for all that is brutal and abhorrent.

That all of them are not filled with implacable hatred towards the British is evidenced in the following incident.  We attempted to raid the enemy trenches.  The weather was bitterly cold and the night was dark.  Our artillery put over a heavy barrage, after which the raiding party went forth; they crept forward over the muddy ground, and entered the German lines.  Several casualties were sustained during the operations.  When our men returned to their trenches, it was discovered that one of the raiding party was missing.  When the noise of the counter-barrage had died down, a cry for help was distinctly heard by our front line troops.  It came from ‘no man’s land.’  A couple of stretcher-bearers and two men went out in search of the one in distress.  While groping about amongst the wire in the darkness, they heard the Germans assuring the man for whom they were searching that he would be all right.  Suddenly the enemy turned a trench searchlight on to ‘no man’s land,’ and by this light the search party were guided to their wounded comrade.  The light was kept on him until he was rescued, and was then used to guide the party back to their own lines.  During this time no shot was fired.  This was a humane action indeed.

All the Huns, however, are not so humanely disposed.  In connexion with another raid on the enemy trenches, our men met with violent opposition, but succeeded in obtaining their objective.  When returning, a few of the party were wounded—­one very seriously.  He was unable to make his way back.  The Germans got him, stripped him of his uniform, and left him against the wire.  The weather being intensely cold, the man soon died from exposure.  These two incidents illustrate the two extremes in the attitude of the Huns towards the British.  One was a brutal act of hatred, the other a humane act, which commends itself to both friend and foe.