"Keep your voice down, Coleman," O"Neill snarled.
Jack checked the positions. "We were lucky the Royal Scots were here before us," he murmured to O"Neill. "They look after the position well."
"Yes, sir," O"Neill agreed.
"We will be equally careful with the trenches." Jack said. "It"s another way of improving the name of the 113th."
He moved on, every step sinking shin deep in cold mud, keeping his head as far beneath the sand-bag and gabion parapet as possible in case some Russian marksman had him in his sights.
"Somebody"s coming up the communication trench," Riley sounded nervous. Logan, his constant companion, dropped to one knee with his rifle pointing at the newcomers.
"Captain Windrush!" A light wind carried the harsh whisper.
"That"s Lieutenant Windrush," Jack said.
"Lieuten
