Then I made my way back.

There was a tremendous noise of guns now at the front.

It was a horrible thought that our men were up there bearing the brunt of German fury and hatred.

Their faces passed through my mind as individuals were recalled.

The men whom I knew so well, young, strong and full of hope and life, men from whom Canada had so much to expect, men whose lives were so precious to dear ones far away, were now up in that poisoned atmosphere and under the hideous hail of bullets and shells.