The smoke from the shell was still rolling up into the clear sky.

Thinking my services might be needed in helping to remove the patients, I started off in the direction of the building.

There I was joined by a stretcher-bearer and we went through the gate into the large garden where we saw the still smoking hole in the ground which the shell had made.

I remember that, as I looked into it, I had the same sort of eerie feeling which I had experienced when looking down the crater of Vesuvius.

There was something uncanny about the arrival of shells out of the clear sky.