One of the M.O.'s assistants and a sergeant started off and I followed.

We went down the road and then turned to the right up to the moated farmhouse where the Brigade was.

As we went forward towards the battle front, the night air was sharp and bracing.
Gun-flashes lit up the horizon, but above us the moon and stars looked quietly down.

Wonderful deeds of heroism were being done by our men along those shell-ploughed fields, under that placid sky.

What they endured, no living tongue can tell.