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Phyllis hears that Eric has had his fill of war.

Eric asks Phyllis to marry him.

Eric wonders how Phyllis will tell the world about their engagement.

Despite the awful conditions of war, Eric is delighted to be engaged to Phyllis.

'How much happiness seems to rest on that little word, "Yes"...', Eric tells Phyllis.

Eric is left in darkness, with another move forward planned.

'I had to fire about 15 times at machine guns'.

A death in the family brings heartache for Phyllis.

'I took his hand - that poor hand, wasted away to skin and bone'.

Eric's mind wanders to Athlone - and the thought of being with Phyllis again.

Phyllis learns that Eric is practically penniless.

Eric struggles to find time to write.

Eric is despondent - 'I shall not be allowed to read or write'.

Eric is nearly blind and struggles to write.

Eric is haunted by the wailings of a shell-shocked soldier.

'What a funny thing it was that that you opened the book of the army list...'.

Eric speaks of the pain of losing a close friend.

'The flies here are awful; there are millions and millions of them'.

'I seem to be much, much further away from my lady now...'.

Eric reports that censorship might restrict his letters to Phyllis.

Eric remembers: 'We made an awful row and had a dance!'.

Eric is caught in a bitter battle at the front.

'I don't quite know what I feel like today. We have just buried dear old Burrows.'.

It has been three months since Eric was with Phyllis. A photograph is his only company.

'This ghastly din goes on and to top it all I haven't had a letter for eleven whole days.'

Eric feels like a 'selfish brute' after writing a harsh letter.

Eric dreads the thought of going into action again, but it is not far off.

'Oh! Lady mine, it's just awful: the dead are lying all over the place...'.

Decomposed bodies surround Eric as he struggles to continue.

'I am sending you a souvenir. It's the shoulder title of the greatcoat of a dead Boche..'.