We started. No sooner were we under cover of the first cluster of smashed houses than four shrapnel shells burst right over the pavé roadway, not fifty yards ahead of us.
The Zillebeke Church, March, 1915
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German prisoners in Ypres, captured after the explosion of a British mine near Hooge
I dodged into a house, the walls of which, minus roof, were still standing at drunken angles. Doorless and windowless, the house seemed to offer little protection.