The selection was a horrible difficulty.

All the wounded were Austrians and how they begged not to be left! It would be many hours, perhaps, before the next Red Cross Division would appear.

An awful business! One man dying in the wood tore at his stomach with an unceasing gesture and the air came through his mouth like gas screaming through an "escape" hole.

One Austrian, quite an old man, died in my arms in the middle of the road.

He was not conscious, but he fumbled for his prayer-book, which he gave me, muttering something.