Later on the machine-gun fire over the fields mowed them down in pitiful and ruthless destruction.

As I journeyed towards Ypres I saw smoke rolling up from various parts of the city and down the road, in the air, I saw the flashes of bursting shrapnel.
I passed St.Jean and made my way to my house by the canal.
The shutters were still shut and the door was open.

I entered and found in the dining room that the lamp was still burning on the table.
It was now about seven o'clock and Mr.Vandervyver had returned and was upstairs arranging his toilet.

I went out into the garden and called one of the sentries to tell Murdoch MacDonald to come to me.
While I was talking to the sentry, an officer came by and warned me to get away from that corner because the Germans were likely to shell it as it was the only road in the neighbourhood for the passage of troops to and from the front.

When Murdoch arrived, I told him I wanted to have breakfast, for I had had nothing to eat since luncheon the day before and had done a lot of walking.