The whole of August is spent alternating between trench duties and moving supplies, with Cecil on his back constantly talking about how he’ll get “those damn Boche”. But now September is here and the rain eases off a bit, the ground dries a little although the occasional spell of rain keeps the ground muddy. After another sleepless night, the sun is rising and the troops are gathered for briefing, which means only one thing. Tom’s platoon is going on a mission.