Our plan was, of course, to get as near the fighting as possible, and with this idea we were making for Mossa, which is about a mile and a half from the Gorizia bridgehead, and where we had been informed we should find the Headquarters of General Marazzi, the Divisional Commander, from whom we hoped to get permission to go on further. When we had passed Cormons the thunder of the guns, which we had heard all the way, appeared to increase in intensity till it resembled a continuous roll of thunder, and always getting nearer. The road now began to be congested, clouds of dust told us we had caught up with the rearguard of the advancing army, and our speed had to be slackened considerably. In places, in fact, we were hung up altogether, but it was no use worrying about it; our pace was being regulated, we found, by a monster gun just ahead, drawn by a traction engine. There seemed to be miles and miles of troops, infantry, cavalry, and artillery. The sun was setting, and in the waning light the interminable column presented a spectacle of war that I shall never forget. We were challenged by a patrol just before we got to Mossa, but had no trouble whatever, as our passes were quite in order. We learned that the Divisional Headquarters were at Valisella, quite close by, but away from the main road, so we made our way there. To get away from the dust for a little while was indeed a relief; we had been almost choked with it, and looked like millers. It was now almost dusk, and we were so close to the fighting that we could hear the machine guns and rifle fire in between the reports of the guns. Every now and again what appeared to be fireworks lit up the scene with ghostly radiance. At the General’s quarters, which were in a fine old house, the courtyard was crowded with officers and motor cyclists. Someone came and asked our business. We explained our object in coming, so he took in our cards and we waited outside for his reply. After being kept waiting some little time, a staff officer, accompanied by an orderly carrying a lantern, came up from some underground part of the building. He told us briefly that the General said it was impossible to allow us to proceed any further. Moreover, the road was quite blocked with troops a little further on, the bridge had been destroyed, and fighting was still proceeding. There was no arguing the matter—that would not have helped us—so we got back into the car glum with disappointment. We motored slowly for some distance, whilst my companions were examining the map with the aid of a lighted match, and discussing what was best to be done, as we did not feel inclined to return to Udine yet. Then suddenly it occurred to them to make for Vipulzano and see if General Capello, whom one of them knew, would help us.