In the many books written about the campaign after the First World War, there is a constantly repeated belief that posterity would never forget what happened there. Such and such a regiment's bayonet charge will 'go down in history'; the deed is 'immortal' or 'imperishable; is enshrined forever in the records of the past. But who in this generation has heard of the Lancashire Landing, or Gully Ravine, or the Third Battle of Krithia? Even as names they have almost vanished out of memory, and whether this bill was taken or that trench was lost seems hardly to matter anymore. All becomes lost in a confused impression of waste and fruitless heroism, of out-of-dateless and littleness in another age.