Of all the music I have ever heard in my life, none comes near the glorious organ sound of a barrage.

I look back with the greatest pleasure to that early morning ride through the twilight lit up by gun flashes from batteries scattered along our whole front.

One great dread I always had, and that was the dread of being killed by our own artillery.

On this occasion, I had to ride down roads that looked perilously near batteries in action.

When I got to a corner near "the Piggeries", I was just stopped in time from what might have been my finish.