British XVIII Corps, front line, Arras
British XVIII Corps, front line, ArrasTuesday, 14 March 1916
Tuesday, 14 March 1916‘I can see why the French couldn’t capture that hill,’ Adam said. He was standing on the fire-step of the trench, staring across no man’s land towards Vimy Ridge, the highest escarpment in the crescent of hills that formed a natural barrier to the north-east of Arras.
‘They tried a few times, but they lost so many men they lost their enthusiasm.’ Sergeant Crawford reached inside his shirt and scratched at the bites in his armpit. ‘b****y chats. We’ve been back in the front line less than a day and already they’ve made themselves comfortable. The little sods are making up for lost time.’
‘At least they’re always pleased to see you.’ Adam dodged as the sergeant threw
