I shall never forget the impression that service made upon me.

The next time I saw the cathedral, Amiens was deserted of its inhabitants, four shells had pierced the sacred fane itself, and the long aisles, covered with bits of broken glass, were desolate and silent.
From Rubempre we moved to Albert, where we were billeted in a small house on a back street.

Our Battle Headquarters were in the Bapaume road in trenches and dugouts, on a rise in the ground which was called Tara Hill.

By the side of the road was a little cemetery which had been laid out by the British, and was henceforth to be the last resting place of many Canadians.

Our battalions were billeted in different places in the damaged town, and in the brick-fields near by.
Our chief dressing station was in an old school-house not far from the Cathedral.