I recrossed the bridge, and making my way towards the cemetery, met two men of one of our battalions who were going back.

I handed them each a card with my address on it and asked them, in case of my being taken prisoner, to write and tell my family that I was in good health and that my kit was at Mr.Vandervyver's on the Quai.

The short cut to my billet led past the quiet cemetery where our two comrades had been laid to rest.

It seemed so peaceful that I could not help envying them that their race was won.
It was dark now, but a bright moon was shining and lit up the waters of the branch canal as I walked along the bank towards my home.

The sound of firing at the front was continuous and showed that a great battle was raging.