They have all treated me so nicely as if I had done something.

Even the commanding officer greeted me with "How are you Crease D.S.O.?" In fact for some reason that I don't know that seems to be a nick name they have given me. The only reason for the joke seems to be that my men were able to stick to & finish their work under an artillery barrage which was more than some others were able to stand.

Two other officers were not so fortunate & another Bn found it too much for them so much so that my men were given the job of doing their work the next night - We can't even hear guns tonight so that the lack of strain & consequent relaxation are quite depressing - Our Bn has been given high praise in today's orders & the G.O.C. recognized that our job though not