It was a piece of a man's lung with the windpipe attached.

I suppose some poor lad had had a direct hit from a shell and his body had been blown to pieces.

The Germans were shelling the road, so with some men I met we made a detour through the fields and joined it further on, and finally got to the chalk-pit where the 87th Battalion was waiting to go in again to the final attack.

I was delighted to see my friends once more, and they were thankful that I had been able to find the grave.

Not many days afterwards, some of those whom I then met were called themselves to make the supreme (p.