He is friend, pal and husband all in one.  Of Peter, the unconscious instrument of Fate’s working, we must say of him but one thing:  “He died for his country.”

[Illustration:  SIGNS OF RANKS FROM THE TRENCH MAGAZINE]

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF A SOLDIER WHILE ON ACTIVE SERVICE

    1.  When on guard thou wilt challenge all parties approaching thee.

2.  Thou shalt not send any engraving nor any likeness of any air-ship in Heaven above or on any postcard of the Earth beneath, nor any drawing of any submarine under the sea, for I, the Censor, am a jealous Censor, visiting the iniquities of the offenders with three months C.B., but showing mercy unto thousands by letting their letters go free who keep my commandments.

    3.  Thou shalt not use profane language unless under extraordinary
    circumstances, such as seeing your comrade shot, or getting coal
    oil in your tea.

    4.  Remember the soldier’s week consists of seven days:  six days
    shalt thou labor and do all thy work, and on the seventh do all
    thy odd jobs.

    5.  Honor your President and your Country, keep your rifle oiled
    and shoot straight that thy days may be long upon the land which
    the enemy giveth thee.

    6.  Thou shalt not steal thy comrade’s kit.

    7.  Thou shalt not kill—­TIME.

    8.  Thou shalt not adulterate thy mess tin by using it as a shaving
    mug.

    9.  Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy comrades but
    preserve a strict neutrality on his outgoings and his incomings.

    10.  Thou shalt not covet thy sergeant’s post, nor the corporal’s
    nor the staff major’s, but do thy duty and by dint of perseverance
    rise to the high position of major general.

SOME THINGS THAT WE OUGHT AND OUGHT NOT TO SEND

Candies, cigarettes—­and ordinary, plain cigarettes are good enough, so long as you send plenty.  If he chews, send him chewing.  Cigarettes are an absolute necessity because they are the only things soothing to the nerves when under heavy shell fire.  Powdered milk in small quantities, or Horlick’s Milk Tablets, are always welcome.  Pure jam; don’t ever make a mistake in this and send plum and apple, because if he ever gets back alive, he will surely take your life for making such a terrible mistake—­different fruit preserves they long for.  Never send corned beef.  This would be even a worse crime than the plum and apple jam.  A pair of sox, home-made and pure wool, you ought to send once a week, because you must remember the Red Cross takes care only of the wounded men and not the fighters in the trenches; the government and home folks must look after the fighter in the field.  Three-finger mittens knitted up to the elbow, with the first finger absolutely bare, are very welcome.  Scarfs are quite unnecessary.