enemy to do the same, means everything--everything--to the wounded of
both sides. The commander who, sitting safely at his table, condemns his
wounded and the enemy's in No Man's Land to death by slow torture
without grounds for suspecting trickery, would incur a responsibility
such as few men would face the thought of.

Load after load, day and night, mile upon mile in and out of craters
across the open and back again--assuredly the Australian
stretcher-bearer has not degenerated since he made his name glorious
amongst his fellow soldiers at Gallipoli. Hear them speak of him.




CHAPTER XXII

OUR NEIGHBOUR

_France, October 10th._


There are next to us at present some Scotsmen.

Australians and New Zealanders have fought alongside of many good mates
in this war. I suppose the 29th Division and the Navy and the Indian
Mountain Batteries and Infantry were their outstanding friends in
Gallipoli. In France--the artillery of a certain famous regular
division. And the Scotsmen.

It is quite remarkable how the Australian seems to forgather with the