It is a far cry from the plains and morasses of Eastern Europe to the green rounded hills of the Scottish Border, but when the flames of war that were lighted in the one reached out to the other, it was to set the warning fires burning againand light the fiery cross and prove that the gallant fighting spirit was not dead in the quiet Borderland.
How David Scott, confronted with the challenge, harked back to the habit of his for-bears, and taking on the torch, set the hills on fire indeed, and how poor Philip Larkin, poor man, caught up in the conflagration, burnt his fingers and more than that, is herein related.
