![]() Suddenly the grimy face of a sergeant and the bright face of a new officer appeared at the entrance above him. Sighing, he studied the entrance of the communications trench. No, he certainly didn’t feel like a welcoming committee for any new officer. He would have to lean on Sergeant Ayres like he always did. Blast it all, as ghastly as the trenches were, he was not fit to lead men against the Germans in the open. Worse yet, the scuttlebutt that approximately fifteen German divisions were ready to assault Arras, which lay directly behind Lieutenant Lewis, gnawed on his nerves. Rumors of mustard gas from the north had driven him to clutch his gas mask, and now his fingers ached. ![]() The German artillery, which had been dropping in shells more than usual all day, made him feel hunkered down. ![]() Lewis of the 3rd Somerset Light Infantry, who did not feel like a welcoming presence that day in France. A new officer’s coming, Lieutenant Lewis, informed Sergeant Ayres. ![]()
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