The roads were flooded with water, and the transports that were waiting for the relief were continually getting tangled up with one another in the darkness.

To make matters worse, I was met by a Sergeant who told me he had some men to be buried, and a burial party was waiting on the side of the road.

We went into the field which was used as a cemetery and there we laid the bodies to rest.
The Germans had dammed the river Douve, and it had flooded some of the fields and old Battalion Headquarters.

It was hard to find one's way in the dark, and I should never have done so without assistance.

The men had acquired the power of seeing in the dark, like cats.
A Battalion was coming out and the men were wet and muddy.