Chapter 7The other men in the platoon buried Jack's body, then they all set off in search of the rest of their battalion; and they caught up with them early the following morning. They were given breakfast, which they all commenced to wolf down, because they had been without food for over forty-eight hours; and while they were eating, the NCO came round with their mail.
There was a letter for James and he opened it with a feeling of eager excitement, since he recognized the handwriting on the front as Phoebe's; and he settled down to read.
My dearest James,
I do hope that you are all right and not suffering too much. We are all very proud of you here. I have begun to knit you a pair of socks, and I've asked my mother to knit you a pair as well, so I'll send them over when they are both
