While lying awake one night thinking of the men that had gone, and wondering what those ardent spirits were now doing, the lines came to me which were afterwards published in "The Times": "REQUIESCANT" In lonely watches night by night, Great visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by.
Strange ghostly banners o'er them float, Strange bugles sound an awful note, And all their faces and their eyes Are lit with starlight from the skies.
The anguish and the pain have passed, And peace hath come to them at last.
But in the stern looks linger still The iron purpose and the will.
Dear Christ, who reign'st above the flood Of human tears and human blood, A weary road these men have trod, O house them in the home of God.
The Quartermaster of the 3rd Brigade furnished me with a change of underwear, for which I was most grateful.

I felt quite proud of having some extra clothes again.

The battalions were moved at last out of the area and we were ordered off to rest.

Our first stop was near Vlamertinghe.

We reached it in the afternoon, and, chilly though it was, I determined to have a bath.