about midday
-- Oh God ! -- Oh God ! '' On the day following we did not know of what had happened . Trenchard was not with us , as he was sent about midday with some sanitars to bury the dead in a wood five miles from M -- . That must have been , in many ways , the most terrible day of his life and during it , for the first time , he was to know that unreality that comes to every one , sooner or later , at the war . It is an unreality that is the more terrible because it selects from reality details that can not be denied , selects them without transformation , saying to his victim : `` These things are as you have always seen them , therefore this world is as you have always seen it . It is real , I tell you . ''