The day was a glorious one.

The air was sweet and fresh, the grass was the brightest green, hedgerows and trees were in leaf, and everybody was in high spirits.
After services in St.George's church I rode over to Poperinghe and attended a memorial service which the 1st Brigade were holding in the Cinema.

General Mercer, who himself was killed not long afterwards, was one of the speakers.

The building was crowded with men, and the service was very solemn.
Life at this time was very pleasant, except for the fact that we never knew what might happen when we were in the Salient.

We always felt that it was a death-trap, and that the Germans would never give up trying to capture Ypres.