I collected the men of the Ambulance and started off with them to Vlamertinghe.

On the way we added to our numbers men who had either lost their units or were being sent back from the line.
As we passed through the Grande Place, which now wore a very much more dilapidated appearance than it had three days before, we found a soldier on the pavement completely intoxicated.

He was quite unconscious and could not walk.

There was nothing to do but to make him as comfortable as possible till he should awake next day to the horrors of the real world.

We carried him into a room of a house and laid him on a heap of straw.