I remember specially the faces of several who were themselves called upon within a few weeks to make the supreme sacrifice.

Like almost all other religious services at the front, this one had to struggle with the exigencies of war.

A stream of lorries at the side of the Grande Place and the noisy motor cycles of despatch riders made an accompaniment to the address which rendered both speaking and hearing difficult.
Easter Day rose bright and clear.

I had a hall situated down a narrow lane, which had been used as a cinema.

There was a platform at one end and facing it, rows of benches.