We were up to our knees in it. All was blackness save for the occasional flash created by mortar fire. The trench was filled with the foulest of odors. Extreme was my detachment from realty, but I had her charm with me. My thoughts kept drifting to Beatrice.
Vivid was our night together before I left. Few words passed between us. One hand sipped tea. The other grasped the hand of the object of its affection. She temporarily loosed herself and on my shoulder traced a treble cleft.
For what should have been a pleasant moment, there was no laughter in me. The dark clouds hung low over me.
Where are you my beloved Beatrice? Oh, I have forgotten. I am one of the casualties. My last thoughts will be relived forever throughout eternity. My heart however is safe left in Beatrice's caring bosom
