Two years before it would have been impossible.

The stretcher bearers were doing noble work.

When each case had been attended to, they were called out of the back cellar and entrusted with their burden, which they had to carry for more than a mile over those dangerous fields to the ambulances waiting in the sunken road.

Again and again a bearer would be brought back on a stretcher himself, having been wounded while on the errand of mercy.

Once a party, on their return, told me that one of their number had disappeared, blown to atoms by a shell.
About four o'clock, though time had little meaning to us, because the only light we had was from the candles and acetylene lamps, I went (p.