27/28 Later on, the units of our brigade arrived and I marched up with the 14th Battalion to the village of Wieltje. Over it, though we knew it not, hung the gloom of impending tragedy. Around it now cluster memories of the bitter price in blood and anguish which we were soon called upon to pay for the overthrow of tyranny. It was a lovely spring evening when we arrived, and the men were able to sit down on the green grass and have their supper before going into the trenches by St.Julien.I walked back down that memorable road which two years later I travelled for the last time on my return from Paschendaele. The rows of trees along that fateful way were ready to burst into new life. |