Eleven

No noise, save the rustle of the rats and the nervous murmur of voices.
I moved quietly and made tea.  The water, after four years, still tasted of petrol.

"If it is true, only one minute," said Ron. "Yes." I replied.

Suddenly, whistles blew.

Both sides started cheering.  It was 11 o'clock, 11th November, 1918.