He sat down in a large shell hole, and turned his flashlight upon the paper.

It was difficult to find the location, because the place had recently been the scene of a hard struggle.

The guide and I looked over the ground and we found a line of graves marked by broken crosses.

The night was fast passing and in the grey of the eastern sky the stars were going out one by one.

At last my friend found the spot he was looking for and there he set up the cross, and had a short memorial service for the dead.