I took him down to a place were a battalion was camped, and there I had to stop and bury some men in a shell hole.
While I was taking the service however, my companion persuaded some men to carry him, and I suppose finally reached a place of safety.
There was a large dressing station in the cellars of the Red Chateau in Courcelette, whither I made my way on a Sunday morning in September.

The fighting at the time was very heavy and I met many ambulances bringing out the wounded.

I passed Pozieres and turned down the sunken road towards Courcelette.
Beside the road was a dugout and shelter, where the wounded, who were carried in on stretchers from Courcelette, were kept until they could be shipped off in the ambulances.

A doctor and some men were in charge of the post.

The bearers, many of whom were German prisoners, were bringing out the wounded over the fields and laying them by the roadside.