All that region was one of waste and lonely country-side, blown bare by the tempest of war.
It was during our last visit to Albert that the 4th Division arrived to take over the line from us.

I had the great joy, therefore, of having my second son near me for six days.

His battalion, the (p.

147) 87th, was camped on a piece of high ground to the right of "Tara Hill," and from my window I could see the officers and men walking about in their lines.

It was a great privilege to have his battalion so near me, for I had many friends among all ranks.
The Sunday before I left I had service for them and a celebration of the Holy Communion, after which one of the sergeants came and was baptized.