• Timespan of the play

• It takes place over 4

days in France
Mason
had just
been
instructe
d to bring
Raleigh
his
dinner
Stanhope : You might give Hibbert and Raleigh a call. A plaintive noise comes from the other dug-out. Trotter is singing
“ There's a long , long trail a-winding Stanhope listens for a
Trotter : I woke ’em up, skipper. They’re get- ting their things on. moment , then rises , takes a few small coins from his pocket ,
and throws them into Trotter’s dug-out . The singing stops
[Mason returns . abruptly . After a moment Trotter’s voice comes .
Stanhope : When you’ve cleared up your kitchen, you must dress Trotter: Thank you kindly, gov’nor !
and join your platoon in the line.
[The Sergeant-Major comes down the steps . Stanhope :
Mason : Very good, sir. Morning, sergeant-major.
Stanhope : If things are going well at eleven o’clock, come down S.-M. : Morning, sir. Wiring parties are just in, sir. Made a decent
here and do your best to get some lunch for us. We shall come job of it — right down to the support line.
down in turn as we can.
Stanhope : Good. Everything quiet ?
Mason : Very good, sir.
S.-M. : It’s all right opposite ’ere, sir, but the guns are goin 5 ’ard
[Stanhope sits at the table and begins to write a short report. The down south. ’Eavy bombard- ment. Not sure if it ain’t spreading
first sign of dawn is beginning to gleam in the dark sky . up this way, sir.
Stanhope calls the Runner ! ” as he writes .
Stanhope : Very likely it is. The officers are coming up in a
A Soldier comes from the servants' dug-out . minute. They’ll stand by with their platoons. I must stay here
awhile in case of messages. I shall come up directly things begin
Stanhope ( folding the note ) : Take this to Batta- lion Head- to happen.
quarters. There’s no reply. S.-M. : Very good, sir.
Soldier Yessir. Stanhope : Are the men having their tea ?
[The Soldier salutes and goes up the steps . S.-M. : Yessir.
Stanhope : Let ’em have a decent drop of rum. Stanhope : How delicious. No pati de foie gras ?

S.-M. : About ’arf again, sir ? Mason : No what, sir ?

Stanhope : Yes. Stanhope : No paU de foie gras ?

S.-M. : If the attack don’t come, sir, ’ow long are we to stand-to ?
Mason : No, sir. The milkman ’asn’t been yet.
Stanhope : We must expect the attack any time up till midday.
After then I don’t think it’ll come till to-morrow. [Mason takes the other parcels to the left-hand dug- out.

S.-M. : Very good, sir. Stanhope pours a little whiskey into his tea and the remainder of
the contents of the bottle into his flask .
Stanhope : We must naturally make our plans to meet things as
they happen.
Mason returns .
S.-M. : Quite, sir.
Stanhope : Get dressed as soon as you can.
Stanhope : All right, sergeant-major. I’ll see you up there soon.
Mason : Yessir.
S.-M. : Yessir. [He salutes and goes away.
[Mason goes out.
Mason brings in four little packets of sandwiches , and puts one Trotter comes in, fully dressed for the line.
packet on the table for Stanhope.
Trotter : All ready, skipper. Want me to go up?
Mason : Your sambridges, sir. ’Arf bully beef and ’arf sardine.
Sardine on top, sir. Stanhope : Yes. I think so. Go right round the line and see
everything’s all right. I’ll be up soon.
[. Suddenly there comes the faint whistle and thud of falling A vague white line of dawn is broadening above the dark trench
shells — a few seconds between each. Stan- hope and Trotter wall outside. Stanhope sits at the table and sips his tea. He takes a
listen intently , four shells fall, then silence. cigarette and lights it with a quivering hand.

Trotter : ’Ullo, ’ullo. Raleigh comes from his dug-out .

[Stanhope strides to the doorway, goes up a few steps, and looks Stanhope lowers his head and writes in his note- book .
out into the night . He comes slowly back .
Raleigh : Do you want me to go up ?
Stanhope : Over on Lancer’s Alley — some- where by the
reserve line. Stanhope ( without looking up) : Yes. Trotter’s gone.

[ There comes the louder thud of three more shells . Raleigh : Right. (He goes to the steps and turns shyly.) Cheero —
Stanhope.
Trotter : That’s nearer.
Stanhope (still writing with lowered head) : Cheero, Raleigh. I
Stanhope : Better go up, Trotter. Call the others. shall be coming up soon. (Raleigh goes up the steps.) [Stanhope
stops writing , raises his head , and listens. The shells are falling
Trotter {at the left-hand dug-out) : ’Ibbert ! Raleigh ! come on ! steadily now. He glances towards the left-hand dug-out and
{He lights a cigarette over the candle, — lingers a moment, and calls : Hibbert !
slowly goes up the steps.) Cheero, skipper. See you later.
[ There is no reply. He slowly rises and goes to the left-hand dug-
Stanhope : Send your runner down to tell me how things are out doorway, He calls again — louder : Hibbert ! I (He looks into
going. the doorway and says) What are you doing ?

Trotter : Righto. [Hibbert appears. He is very pale ; he moves as if half asleep ,

[Trotter disappears into the dark . Come along, man !
Hibbert : You want me to go up now ?
Hibbert : There’s no appalling hurry, is there ?
Stanhope : Of course I do. The others have gone.
Stanhope : No hurry ! Why d’you think the others have gone up ?
Hibbert : Got a drop of water ?
Hibbert (slowly) : What ? Trotter and Raleigh ?
Stanhope : What d’you want water for ?
Stanhope (sharply) : Wake up, man ! What the devil’s the matter
Hibbert : I’m so frightfully thirsty. All that champagne and stuff with you ?
— dried my mouth up.
[Hibbert slowly puts down his mug.
[Stanhope pours a drop of water into a mug and gives it to
Hibbert. Hibbert : Champagne dries the mouth up so. Makes the tongue
feel like a bit of paper.
Stanhope : Here you are. Didn’t you have any tea ?
[ There is a slight pause.
Hibbert : Yes. It was a bit sweet, though.
Stanhope : The longer you stay here, the harder it’ll be to go up.
[ The shelling is steadily increasing , , and now , above the
lighter 44 crush ” of the smaller shells , there comes the deep , Hibbert : Good Lord ! You don’t think I’m
resounding 44 boom ” of Minenwerfer . Hibbert sips his water
very slowly , rinsing his mouth deliberately with each sip. Stanhope : You’re just wasting as much time as you can.
Stanhope is by the doorway , looking up into the trench . He has
just turned away as a sonorous drawn-out call comes floating Hibbert : Well, damn it, it’s no good going up till I feel fit. Let’s
through the dawn : 44 Stretcher bear-ers ! ” just have another spot of water.
Stanhope half turns , then faces Hibbert.
[Hibbert takes the jug and pours out a little more water . He is the
Stanhope * Come on. Buck up. picture of misery . Stanhope stands impatiently beside him .
Mason appears from his dug-out, fully dressed for the line , his
Stanhope : Who’s just been hit ?
rifle slung over his shoulder.
Soldier : Corporal Ross, I think it was, sir. Minnie dropped in the
Mason : I’ll go right along, sir. I’ve made up the fire to last a trench at the corner — just as I come away.
good three hours — if you don’t mind me popping down about
nine o’clock to ’ave a look at it.
[The Sergeant-Major comes down the steps , very much out of
breath .
Stanhope : All right, Mason. Mr. Hibbert’s coming up now. You
can go along with him. Stanhope (to the Soldier) : All right, thanks.
Mason (to Hibbert) : I’d like to come along of you if you don’t
[The Soldier salutes , and goes up the steps slower than he came.
mind, sir. I ain’t bin up in the front line. Don’t want to get lorst.
S.-M. : Beginning to get ’ot, sir.
Stanhope : Mr. Hibbert’ll show you the way up. (He turns to
Hibbert.) Keep your men against the back wall of the trench as
Stanhope : Corporal Ross hit ?
long as the shells are dropping behind. Cheero !
S.-M. : Yessir. Stanhope : Badly ?
[Hibbert looks at Stanhope for a moment , then with a slight
smile , he goes slowly up the steps and into the trench , Ts/Lason
S.-M. : Pretty badly, sir.
following behind.
Stanhope : Most of the shelling’s going over, isn’t it ?
A dark figure stands out against the pale sky ; comes hurrying
down the steps — a Private Soldier, out of breath and excited .
S.-M. : Most of the shells is be’ind, sir, but there’s Minnies and
rifle grenades along the front line. Pretty ’ot it’s getting, sir.
Yes?
They’re attacking down south — there’s rifle fire.
Soldier : Message from Mr. Trotter, sir. Shells falling mostly
behind support line. Minnies along front line.
Stanhope : All right, sergeant-major ; thanks. Stanhope is alone . Flying fragments of shell whistle and hiss and
moan overhead . The sharp “ crack ” of the rifle grenades , the
S.-M. : What I come to ask, sir — what about the wounded — thud of the shells , and the boom of the Minenwerfer mingle
getting ’em down, sir ? The shelling’s pretty thick over Lancer’s together in a muffled roar . Stanhope takes his belt from the table
Alley. and buckles it on , puts his revolver lanyard round his neck , and
drops his flask and sandwiches into his pocket
Stanhope : What about Fosse Way ?
The Sergeant-Major reappears and comes hurrying down the
S.-M. : Pretty bad there, too, sir. steps .

Stanhope : Don’t try then. Take anyone badly hit down into the Stanhope ( turning quickly) : What is it, sergeant- major ?
big dug-out on the right. Let the stretcher-bearers do what they
can there. S.-M. : Mr. Raleigh, sir

S.-M. : Very good, sir. Stanhope : What l

Stanhope : Only Corporal Ross hit ? S.-M. : Mr. Raleigh’s been ’it, sir. Bit of shell’s got ’im in the
back. S
S.-M. : That’s all, sir tanhope : Badly ? S.-M. : ’Fraid it’s broke ’is spine, sir ; can’t
move ’is legs.
[ Again there comes the drawn-out call — several times as it is
passed from man to man : u Stretcher bear-ers ! ” Stanhope : Bring him down here.

The Sergeant-Major’s eyes meet Stanhope’s. He turns and goes S.-M. : Down ’ere, sir ?
up the steps .
Stanhope (shouting) : Yes ! Down here — quickly !
The Sergeant-Major hurries up the steps . A shell screams and S.-M. : We’ll never get ’im down, sir, with them shells falling on
bursts very near . The Sergeant- Major shrinks back and throws Lancer’s Alley.
his hand across his face , as though a human hand could ward off Stanhope : Did you hear what I said ? Go and get two men with a
the hot flying pieces. He stumbles on again into the trench , and stretcher.
hurriedly away .
S.-M. {after a moment’s hesitation ) : Very good, sir. [ The
Stanhope is by Osborne’s bed , fumbling a blanket over it. He Sergeant-Major goes slowly away .
takes a trench coat off the wall and rolls it for a pillow . He goes
to his own bed , takes up his blanket , and turns as the Sergeant- Stanhope turns to Raleigh once more , then goes to the table ,
Major comes carefully down the steps carrying Raleigh like a pushes his handkerchief into the water- jug , and brings it ,
child in his huge arms. wringing wet , to Raleigh’s bed . He bathes the boy’s face.
Presently Raleigh gives a little moan , opens his eyes , and turns
( With blanket ready.) Lay him down there. his head.

S.-M. : ’E’s fainted, sir. ’E was conscious when I picked ’im up. Raleigh : Hullo — Dennis

The Sergeant-Major lays the boy gently on the bed ; he draws Stanhope : Well, Jimmy — {he smiles) — you got one quickly.
away his hands , looks furtively at the palms , and wipes the
blood on the sides of his trousers. Stanhope covers Raleigh with [ There is silence for a while . Stanhope is sitting on a box beside
his blanket , looks intently at the boy , and turns to the Sergeant- Raleigh. Presently Raleigh speaks again — in a wondering
Major. voice .

Stanhope : Have they dressed the wound ? Raleigh : Why — how did I get down here ?
Stanhope : Sergeant-major brought you down.
S -M. : They’ve just put a pad on it, sir. Can’t do no more.
Stanhope : Go at once and bring two men with a stretcher. [Raleigh speaks again , vaguely , trying to recollect
Raleigh : Something — hit me in the back — knocked me clean Stanhope : It’s just gone through a bit, Jimmy.
over — sort of— winded me
Raleigh : I won’t have to — go on lying here ?
I’m all right now. {He tries to rise.)
Stanhope : I’m going to have you taken away.
Stanhope : Steady, old boy. Just lie there quietly for a bit.
Raleigh : Away ? Where ?
Raleigh : I’ll be better if I get up and walk about. It happened Stanhope : Down to the dressing-station — then hospital — then
once before — I got kicked in just the same place at Rugger ; it home. (He smiles .) You’ve got a Blighty one, Jimmv.
— it soon wore off. It — it just numbs you for a bit.
{There is a pause.) What’s that rumbling noise ? Raleigh : But I — I can’t go home just for — for a knock in the
back. (He stirs restlessly .) I’m certain I’ll be better if— if I get
Stanhope : The guns are making a bit of a row. up. (He tries to raise himself and gives a sudden cry.) Oh —
God ! It does hurt !
Raleigh : Our guns ?
Stanhope : It’s bound to hurt, Jimmy.
Stanhope : No. Mostly theirs.
Raleigh : What’s — on my legs ? Something holding them down
[Again there is silence in the dug-out . A very faint rose light is
beginning to glow in the dawn sky . Raleigh speaks again —
Stanhope : It’s all right, old chap ; it’s just the shock — numbed
uneasily .
them.
Raleigh : I say — Dennis
[ Again there is a pause . When Raleigh speaks , there is a
different note in his voice .
Stanhope : Yes, old boy ?
Raleigh : It’s awfully decent of you to bother, Dennis. I feel
Raleigh: It — it hasn’t gone through, has it? It only just hit me ? rotten lying here — everybody else — up there.
— and knocked me down ? Stanhope : It’s not your fault, Jimmy.
Raleigh : So — damn — silly — getting hit. {Pause.') Is there —
Stanhope : Yes, old boy ?
just a drop of water ?
Raleigh : Could we have a light ? It’s — it’s so frightfully dark
Stanhope {rising quickly) : Sure. I’ve got some here.
and cold.
[He pours some water into the mug and brings it to Raleigh.
Stanhope {rising) : Sure ! I’ll bring a candle and get another
{Cheerfully.) Got some tea-leaves in it. D’you mind ?
blanket.
Raleigh : No. That’s all right — thanks
[Stanhope goes to the left-hand dug-out , and Raleigh is alone ,
very still and quiet , on Osborne’s bed. The faint rosy glow of the
[Stanhope holds the mug to Raleigh’s lips, and the boy drinks .
dawn is deepening to an angry red. The grey night sky is
dissolving, and the stars begin to go. A tiny sound comes from
I say, Dennis, don’t you wait — if — if you want to be getting
where Raleigh is lying — something between a sob and a moan.
on.
Stanhope comes back with a blanket . He takes a candle from the
table and carries it to Raleigh’s bed . He puts it on the box beside
Stanhope : It’s quite all right, Jimmy.
Raleigh and speaks cheerfully .
Raleigh : Can you stay for a bit ? Is that better, Jimmy ?

Stanhope : Of course I can. (Raleigh makes no sign.)

Raleigh {faintly) : Thanks awfully. Jimmy

[ There is quiet in the dug-out for a long time . Stanhope sits with
one hand on Raleigh’s arm , and Raleigh lies very still . Presently
he speaks again — hardly above a whisper.
Dennis
 The shelling has risen to a great fury. The solitary candle burns
Still Raleigh is quiet . Stanhope gently takes his hand . There is a with a steady flame, and Raleigh lies in the shadows. The whine
long silence . Stanhope lowers Raleigh’s hand to the bed ', rises , of a shell rises to a shriek and bursts on the dug-out roof. The
and takes the candle back to the table . He sits on the bench shock stabs out the candle-flame ; the timber props of the door
behind the table with his back to the wall , and stares list- lessly cave slowly in , sandbags fall and block the passage to the open
across at the boy on Osborne’s bed. The solitary candle-flame air .
throws up the lines on his pale , drawn face , and the dark
shadows under his tired eyes. The thudding of the shells rises and There is darkness in the dug-out Here and there the red dawn
falls like an angry sea. glows through the jagged holes of the broken doorway .

A Private Soldier comes scrambling down the steps, his round, Very faintly there comes the dull rattle of machine- guns and the
red face wet with perspiration, his chest heaving for breath. fevered spatter of rifle fire.

Soldier : Message from Mr. Trotter, sir — will you come at once. THE PLAY ENDS

[Stanhope gazes round at the Soldier — and makes no other sign.

Mr. Trotter, sir — says will you come at once !

[Stanhope rises stiffly and takes his helmet from the table.

Stanhope : All right, Broughton, I’m coming.

[ The Soldier turns and goes away .

Stanhope pauses for a moment by Osborne’s bed and lightly runs

his fingers over Raleigh’s tousled hair. He goes stiffly up the
steps, his tall figure black against the dawn sky.