One night I had service in the courtyard at sunset, with the 16th Battalion.

One could hardly imagine a more picturesque setting for a war service in dear old France.

At one point, however, we were disturbed by the arrival of three men who had been dining in an estaminet in the village, and coming unexpectedly upon a church service were a little too hearty in their religious fervour.

They had to be guided to some quiet spot where they might work it off in solitude.

Incidents of that kind during voluntary services were always a little embarrassing, for officers and men felt, as well as myself, that under the softening influences of religion we could not be over-hard on the transgressions of frail mortality.
Nothing but the direst necessity would compel us at such times to resort to the process of military discipline.
Near Camblain l'Abbe, our ambulances were set up on an elevation of the ground where two roads crossed.