065) of a very terrible poem which I wrote about the Kaiser.

Of course you know I don't mind being shot or hanged by the Germans, but, if I am, who will write the poems of the War ?" The M.O.laughed and thinking it unwise on general principles to wave a red rag in front of a mad bull, advised me to tear up my verses.

I did so with great reluctance, but the precaution was unnecessary as the Germans never got through after all.
All along those terrible fields of death the battle raged.

Young Canadians, new to war, but old in the inheritance of the blood of British freedom, were holding the line.

The dressing station was soon full again, and, later on, a despatch rider came from the 3rd Infantry Brigade Headquarters in Shell-Trap Farm to tell us that more help was needed there.