It is raining now, a soft rain swept gustily across the fields by a wind so mild after all our wild weather that it seems to have the breath of spring in it.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
Snow was falling, blown gustily across the battlefields, and powdering the capes and helmets of our men as they rode or marched forward to the front.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
It began to rain gustily, and then settled down to a steady, slogging downpour.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs