But how stern was the voice from the sleeping dead to carry on undismayed.
The Canadian Corps seemed to have taken root in the Salient, and, after the severe fighting had ended, things went on as if we were to have a long residence round Ypres.

In looking over the notes in my diary for June and July, I see a great many records of visits to different units.

How well one remembers the keen active life which made that region a second Canada.

There was the small town of Abeele, where our Corps Headquarters were, and where our new commander, General Byng, had his house.

Not far away, up the road, was the grenade school where the troops were instructed in the gentle art of bomb-throwing.