I undid the collar of his shirt so that he might have full scope for extra blood pressure and left him to his fate.

I heard afterwards that the house was struck and that he was wounded and taken away to a place of safety.

When we got down to the bridge on the Vlamertinghe road, an Imperial Signal Officer met me in great distress.

His men had been putting up telegraph wires on the other side of the canal and a shell had fallen and killed thirteen of them.
He asked our men to carry the bodies back over the bridge and lay them side by side in an outhouse.

The men did so, and the row of mutilated, twisted and bleeding forms was pitiful to see.