Peter Pastmaster and the absurdly youthful colonel of the new force were drawing up a list of suitable officers in Bratts Club. 'Most of war seems to consist of hanging about,' he said. 'Let's at least hang about with our own friends.

This war has begun in darkness and it will end in silence.

He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.

At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.