up the trench looking for our post, Fritz is raining all the trench mortar stuff he has onto the supports & front line C.T. dugouts are crumping in & the parapet knocked down just in front of us. Get hit with the flying debris a dozen times or more. A friend of Henderson (our patient) tells us to take the patient into the dugout he has dropped into for shelter himself but we say No. a good thing for the dugout got crumped in before we had gone ten yards. Henderson begging us to put him down & us beat it we had about half a mile of Hells half acre to go thro. Whilst it lasted it was hotter than anything I had ever seen, minnies & rum jars falling on the trench like rain, a Gods providence we get thro. parapet, parados & dugouts all shot to pieces, awful task climbing over debris in the trench jammed in a corner, do the duckwalk with the wheels & keep ahead of his
