I afterwards heard that it was the night the British attacked Hill 60.
On Sunday, the 18th of April, I had a service for the 15th Battalion in one of the stories of the brick building beside the canal.
Something told me that big things were going to happen.

I had a feeling that we were resting on the top of a volcano.

At the end of the service I prepared for any sudden call to ministration on the battlefield by reserving the Blessed Sacrament.
On Monday some men had narrow escapes when a house was shelled and on the following day I went to the centre of the town with two officers to see the house which had been hit.

They appeared to be in a hurry to get to the Square, so I went up one of the side streets to look (p.

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