de Lille Road at 4.30, but it did not lead to anything. The Germans had been making a night attack, but I expect we had driven them back easily, and so the Liverpools weren’t needed. We spent all day in Barracks except for an hour or two in the middle of the day when Ben, Bob and I had a walk round the town and inspected the ruins.
Tuesday 16th March. At 8.40 a.m. we left Ypres and marched away to Vlamertinge, I fell into a ditch on the way and got wet and laughed at. We soon found a suitable barn and after warming up some Oxo with one of my handy little spiritene fires Ben and I were soon asleep. Early next morning we were roused by some Belgian children with “Bruid” (bread) “Aag” (eggs) and “Chocolate Fritz” (Fry’s Chocolate) “Oraangees” and other oddments. They