midnight
But I could n't keep back my thoughts . There I was , a soldier , facing No Man 's Land , across whose dark space were the Huns we have come to regard as devils in brutality , yet less than men ... . And I thought of home . No man knows what home really is until he stands that lonely midnight guard . A shipwrecked sailor appreciates the comforts he once had ; a desert wanderer , lost and starving , remembers the food he once wasted ; a volunteer soldier , facing death in the darkness , thinks of his home ! It is a hell of a feeling ! ... And , thinking of home , I remembered my girl .