Went to No. 10 C.C.S. to see if Ellis' brother of the 7th Battalion had been wounded--no news of him but arranged to have any information telephoned, and that he be sent for by Captain Stokes--saw the spirochaete of epidemic jaundice. General Porter there, and chatted to him for a minute. On the way back we stopped at Mt. Rouge and saw the German lines. It was a beautiful clear day with a tang in the air like late September. From our little observation point on the top of Mt. Rouge we could see for miles on all sides. Over in front lay Mt. Kemmel, bristling with guns but not one visible with the field glasses. Beneath us and between us and Kemmel, on the road that runs from Bailleul to Ypres, nestled the little village of Locre, with its white walled cottages and red tiled roofs. To the left of Kemmel the sun made prominent the ruins of Wytschaete--a village in the German lines. Just beneath Wytschaete one could see the German trenches, two lines of them, which showed like brick red seams in the earth and ran up over and along the crest of the Wytschaete ridge, which itself ran towards St. Eloi and Ypres. Between these German trenches and our own was a sandy waste--no man's land--scarred and churned by untold numbers of shells. Even the forest patches in this region were dead and slivered by rifle and shell. To the left of Wytschaete one could see great bursts of brown, black, greenish and white smoke over a width of country perhaps 1/4 of a mile and a length of 2 miles. It was here that the 3rd and 1st Canadian Divisions were fighting with the Huns for mastery. Perhaps as we watched these bursting shells were killing our own friends. The region of St. Eloi was cut off by the Scherpenberg Mountain and to the left of that again we could see with wonderful clearness the ruins of Ypres. As we watched, great clouds of dust went up at intervals from the square. The tower of St. Martin's Church, and the tower of the Cloth Hall to the right were clearly distinguishable. To the left of Ypres again we could see spires of towns, and one town far away was right on the sea we were told, probably Dunkirk. To the right of Kemmel was the ruined tower of Messines in the German lines; to the left of that the smoking chimneys of Armentieres now also somewhat battle scarred, and away beyond it and a little to the left the City of Lille. Thus we could see from Dunkirk on the sea to Lille, that fair city, well inland in northern France, and could follow the battle line from Pilken beyond Ypres to La Bassee. In that line we could actually see the flashes and shell bursts in Ypres, St. Eloi, Wytschaete and near Levantie. It was a wonderful day, and a view never to be forgotten. It was a bitter day for us, and we had a bad evening discussing our hard knocks. At 10.30 p.m. Ellis came back from the lab, with the latest report of the sea battle which has worried us so much: LOSSES. British. German.