The road was crowded with men, lorries, ambulances, transports and motorcycles.

Every now and then the scene of desolation would be lit up by gun flashes.

Occasionally the crash of a shell would shake the already sorely smitten city.

I can never cease to admire the pluck of those ambulance drivers, who night after night, backwards and forwards, threaded their way in the (p.

131) darkness through the ghost-haunted streets.