(It was after) made clear to us,  we were very lucky to escape from alive , - yet one could not but help to admire the scene.  At 5.30pm, a request came along for volunteers for getting up more ammunition; for both A & B Company also for our "maxims".  I apply for the job and am fortunate enough to get accepted.  We requisition "wheelbarrows" for it was obvious that one would only be able to accomplish one journey, even if one proved successful, and set off.  We have about three-quarters of a mile to go, as the ammunition is stored in D. Company's "bomb-proof" shelter.   On arriving abreast A Company's trenches, we are obliged to get in rear of them for had we proceeded in front along the road  we should have undoubtedly been shot by our own
 own men.  In getting on the field in rear of the trench, we are obliged to  abandon our "wheel-barrows", and trust to human strength  to get the heavy boxes back to "camp". The place itself was all this time being  swept by continuous shellfire , it was glorious? It was impossible to take these "barrows" across these fields, as they were lined with cabbages and furrows.  Anyway, we arrived at our destination and applied for the ammunition - Belgians from out the disabled forts were lined up at the "loopholes", in company with our own men, they are firing rapidly at the Germans in the woods.  It was some time ere we obtained what we wanted, but  I obtained a box containing one thousand rounds . This, I thought, 
 would be very handy for our "maxims".  It was devilish heavy,  but under the circumstances it did not matter.  The remainder of the party - 5 other men, got some as well, and then commenced our journey back again.  In coming back I somehow lost the other men. They must have gone in rear of the farmhouse at least, that is my version, for  I have never seen nor heard of the poor beggars any more,  but anyway I found I was entirely alone when I gained the road leading in front of the farmhouse.  The only thing that looked lively was the bursting  shrapnel which was bursting above and around me  in grand style.  This road ran in front of the trenches and I knew that by keeping along 
 it, I should gain my object much quicker than if I proceeded to it from the rear of the trenches.  At the same time, the fires on my right and the searchlights shining upon me from right ahead  offered me as a splendid target  for the infantry who were in the woods on my left or in front off the trenches. But either I bore a charmed life, or the Germans couldn't shoot straight, for nothing happened until I arrived at a place along the road, about quarter of a mile from my destination, then, suddenly  a shell struck the road about 30 yards from my left shoulder.   At once something seemed to hurl the box I was carrying on my left shoulder, to the ground, for 
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