Another stretcher-party was coming in, and it was set down. An orderly went up to the doctor and lightly touched him on the shoulder. "Another case, sir," he said. The doctor opened his eyes and quickly rose to his feet. The wounded man's head was bound round with an old handkerchief, matted with blood which had dried hard. Warm disinfectant was quickly brought and the doctor proceeded to gently loosen the rough bandage from the head, revealing a nasty head wound, a gash about three inches long and very swollen. "What do you think of that?" he said, holding out something in his hand to me, "that's from this lad's head." I looked and saw that it was a piece of his shrapnel helmet about two inches square, it had been driven into the flesh on his head, fortunately without breaking the skull. The wound was quickly dressed and the doctor again lay down to snatch a few more moments' respite. "This will go on all night," said the padre, "and all day to-morrow. Have a cup of tea at my canteen, will you?" Having had nothing to eat or drink all day I accepted the invitation. On the opposite side of the wood was a small shack built of old lumber, and every man before he left by ambulance received a cup of tea or coffee and biscuits. "I find the boys greatly appreciate it," he said. I joined him in a cup of tea. "Don't you think it's a good idea?" "Excellent," I replied, "like heaven to a lost soul." "Look round here," he said, pointing away in the distance. "Did you ever see such a ghastly travesty of nature, the whole country-side swept clean of every green and living thing, beautiful woods and charming villages blown to the four winds of heaven, and _this_ might have been our own beautiful sunny downs, our own charming villages. The British public should go down on its knees every day of the week and thank God for their deliverance." The sun was now setting, and having obtained all the scenes I required, I decided to make my way back. We were still shelling the German lines very hard, and the Bosche was putting over a few of his H.E. and high shrapnel, but fortunately none came within a hundred yards of us. I bade adieu to the doctors and the padre. "I hope we shall see the films in town," they said. "It's a pity you can't introduce the sounds and general atmosphere of a battle like this. Good-bye, best of luck!" they shouted. I left them and made my way across to the battery to thank the Captain. When I arrived I met one of the subalterns. "Where's ----?" I asked. "I am afraid you won't see him," he replied. "Why?" half suspecting some bad news. "Well, he and four others were killed shortly after you left." I turned slowly away and walked off in the direction of Guillemont.