We walked over the well-known tracks reviewing incidents of the great battle.

We crossed Death Valley and saw our old lines.

The place was so solemn that by mutual agreement we did not talk, but each went off by himself.

I found a number of Canadian and German bodies still unburied, and all over the fields were rifles and mess tins, spades and bits of accoutrement.

One could hardly imagine a scene more desolate and forlorn.