Our trenches at that time were in front of Ploegsteert.
The 16th was on the right and the 13th on the left.

Taking my bag with communion vessels and as many hymn books as I could carry, and with a haversack over my shoulder containing requisities for the night, I was motored over on Christmas Eve to the 3rd Brigade Headquarters at Petit Moncque Farm.

The day was rainy and so was not calculated to improve the spirits and temper of the men who were going to spend their first Christmas in the line.

At dusk I walked up the road to Hill 63, and then down on the other side to Le Plus Douve Farm.

It was not a cheerful Christmas Eve.