On Sunday, August 2nd, in the afternoon, I telephoned to Militia Headquarters and gave in my name as a volunteer for the Great War.

When I went to church that evening and told the wardens that I was off to France, they were much surprised and disconcerted.

When I was preaching at the service and looked down at the congregation, I had a queer feeling that some mysterious power was dragging me into a whirlpool, and the ordinary life around me and the things that were so dear to me had already begun to fade away.
On Tuesday, August the Fourth, war was declared, and the (p.

016) Expeditionary Force began to be mobilized in earnest.

It is like recalling a horrible dream when I look back to those days of apprehension and dread.