I spread out my Wolesley sleeping bag on the straw in a box car in which there were several other officers.

Our progress was slow, but it was a great thing to feel that we were (p.

037) travelling through France, that country of romance and chivalry.

Our journey took more than two days, and we arrived at Hazebrouck one week after leaving Salisbury Plain.

The town has since been badly wrecked, but then it was undamaged.