How well one remembers the trips up the Bapaume road to La Boisselle and Pozieres.

The country rolled off into the distance in vast billows, and bore marks of the fierce fighting which had occurred here when the British made their great advance.

When one rode out from our rear headquarters at the end of the town one passed some brick houses more or less damaged and went on to Tara Hill.

There by the wayside was a dressing station.

On the hill itself there was the waste of pale yellow mud, and the piles of white chalk which marked the side of the trench in which were deep dugouts.