Adventures of a Despatch Rider

This book is not a history, a military treatise, an essay, or a scrap of autobiography. It has no more accuracy or literary merit than letters usually possess. So I hope you will not judge it too harshly. My only object is to try and show as truthfully as I can the part played in this monstrous war by a despatch rider during the months from August 1914 to February 1915. If that object is gained I am content. Firstly, I have written a great deal about myself. That is inevitable in letters. My mother wanted to hear about me and not about those whom she had never met. Secondly, I have dwelt at length upon little personal matters. It may not interest you to know when I had a pork chop though, as you now realise, on active service a pork chop is extremely important but it interested my mother.