Ellwood produced a football and showed it to his men. “Now, we’re to walk slowly forward. Whenever you spot the ball, kick it on. Whoever kicks it into the Boches wins. Got it?” A few of them smiled weakly. “What if they kick it into our trench?” asked Lonsdale. “Then they’ve won the War, I’m afraid. I don’t make the rules.” Ellwood grinned. Pretending made him feel braver.
