This is an extract from Arthur Linfoot’s own transcription of his diary, written in 1976.
Moved off at dawn to village just captured by infantry. Red brick dust told of houses once being there. Several German dead lying around. Picked up wounded at a dugout. Coming back had to re-cross the old open space between the lines and a German field gun was shelling the only place where we could get across our old trench system – frequently but regularly. Each squad in turn crouched with the stretcher on their shoulders and as soon as the expected shell burst and the splinters stopped buzzing, ran across the space. Some close shaves but all made it. Quite thrilling. Back to Albert for a rest and slept in the estaminet with the red tiled floor.