The air was fresh and invigorating.

To the south, lay the hill which is known to the world as Hill 60, afterwards the scene of such bitter fighting.
Before me in the distance, soft and mellow in the evening light, rose the towers and spires of Ypres--Ypres! the very name sends a strange thrill through the heart.

For all time, the word will stand as a symbol for brutal assaults and ruthless destruction on the one hand and heroic resolve and dogged resistance on the other.

On any grim monument raised to the Demon of War, the sole word "YPRES" would be a sufficient and fitting inscription..