We had hardly arrived when once again we heard the ripping sound which had such a sinister meaning.

Then followed a terrific explosion.

The final and dreadful bombardment of Ypres had begun.

At intervals of ten minutes the huge seventeen-inch shells fell, sounding the death knell of the beautiful old town.
On the next morning, the brother-in-law of the officer who had been killed called on me and asked me to go and see the Town Major and secure a piece of ground which might be used for the Canadian Cemetery.
The Town Major gave us permission to mark off a plot in the new British cemetery.

It was in an open field near the jail, known by the name of the Plain d'Amour, and by it was a branch canal.