The other one and I watched by Duffy.
It was an awful and wonderful time.

Our field batteries never slackened their fire and the wood echoed back the crackling sound of the guns.
The flare lights all round gave a lurid background to the scene.

At the foot of the long slope, down which the brave lads had gone to the attack, I saw the black outline of the trees.

Over all fell the soft light of the moon.

A great storm of emotion swept through me and I prayed for our men in their awful charge, for I knew that the Angel of Death was passing down our lines that night.