THE MUDDY WAS UP TO OUR ARMPITS.  A STAR SHELL BURST OVERHEAD, ILLUMINATING THE CHAPEL AHEAD WITH A WICKED GREEN GLOW.  AS THE LIGHT FADED THE MACHINE GUNS BARKED.  BESIDE ME PATRICK SLIPPED OFF HIS DUCKBOARD - I REACHED FOR HIS ARM, TOO LATE.  TOO LATE.  WAS HE HIT, OR DID HE JUST SLIP?  I CRAWLED FORWARD.

MEMORIES OF NIGHT / EVEN 90 YEARS LATER /  THE HELL PASSCHENDAELE