Snug At The Club Two Fathers Sat, Gross, Goggle-Eyed, And Full Of Chat. One Of Them Said: "My Eldest Lad Writes Cheery Letters From Bagdad. But Arthur'S Getting All The Fun At Arras With His Nine-Inch Gun." "Yes," Wheezed The Other, "That's The Luck! My Boy'S Quite Broken-Hearted, Stuck In England Training All This Year. Still, If There'S Truth In What We Hear, The Huns Intend To Ask For More Before They Bolt Across The Rhine." I Watched Them Toddle Through The Door - These Impotent Old Friends Of Mine.