Fit as Fiddles and as Hard as Nails

off towards Vlamertinge and found our Brigade drawn up along the road and we were divided up amongst the Bedfords and Norfolks. 7 Platoon found themselves among the latter and soon the whole brigade marched towards Ypres. It was a fine sight to see such a number on the march. Almost as far as the eye could see stretched out the thin Khaki line, four deep, tramping along under the hot sun. Near the town we divided up and No 7 Platoon with A Company of the Norfolks went into the town and billeted ourselves in an empty school. The Norfolks treated us splendidly and we got good rations and a good quantity of tea from them. Ben and I slept in an iron bedstead with a bit of straw on, and very cosy we were.
Sunday 11th. Walked about town and spent a quiet day. At night we marched up to the