He was to receive an answer on another plane. The story of Jan R—— seems to have concluded with the three words, “Fell at Souchez.” TWO HEROES OF HILL 60 Oxford Graduate and Green-Grocer’s Assistant Win Their Spurs in the Same Crisis Sir John French has described the fight for Hill 60 as “the fiercest fight in which British troops have ever been engaged.” The hill is southeast of Ypres. Its possession was essential to the British, for it dominated the surrounding country. The Germans held it, commanding excellent artillery observation toward the west and northwest. For months the British had been working to mine it. After much hard work the sapping was complete and one hundred tons of explosives placed in position. Saturday, April 17, 1915, was the appointed day for the great event. The explosion was timed for seven o’clock in the evening, and, according to program, up went the hill—Germans and all. It was like an earthquake. Simultaneously the artillery opened on the spot and poured in shells at the rate of five a minute. At a quarter past seven the infantry attack was launched, and the British were in possession of the ruins. Then came the second phase—the holding of Hill 60, which was the hardest task of all, for the German reinforcements came to the assault by the thousands; but as fast as they came rifle and gun fire mowed them down. During the next few days the Germans continued to attack ferociously, so much importance did they attach to the position. A private in the East Surreys, writing in the London _Evening News_, gave the following vivid word-picture of the battle: “The fight on Hill 60 was awful. The Germans used every kind of explosive, from small bombs to shells that shook the ground like an earthquake. “This went on from four o’clock in the afternoon to about four the next morning. Every German gun for miles around was trained on that hill. “Some of the German shells were filled with a stinking acid, which blinded one. I would rather take my chance in half-a-dozen bayonet charges than face such an awful bombardment again. The enemy charged four times, but we beat them back each time, and kept the hill until we were relieved next morning.” It was in these nerve-racking engagements that Second Lieutenant Geoffrey Harold Woolley and Corporal Edward Dwyer were awarded their honors for distinguished service. FROM CURATE TO SOLDIER Lieutenant Woolley is the youngest son of Rev. G. H. Woolley, Danbury, Essex. He was educated at St. John’s School and Queen’s College, Oxford. While at the University he joined the Officers’ Training Corps. He studied for Holy Orders, and is all but a curate, inasmuch as he was on the eve of being ordained when, at the age of twenty-three, he decided to give his first service to his country. Lieutenant Woolley has been described as a typical specimen of muscular Christianity. He excels at cricket, tennis, and football, and played the greater game of war with all his heart and soul.