There with the permission of his O.C., a runner volunteered to come with me.

He brought a spade, and we started down the trench to the front line.

When I got into Regina Trench, I found that it was impossible to pass along it, as one sank down so deeply into the heavy mud.

I had brought a little sketch with me of the trenches, which showed the shell hole where it was supposed that the body had been buried.

The previous night a cross had been placed there by a corporal of the battalion before it left the front line.