Our parson, hearing what was going on in front,
volunteered to come and officiate at the burial of the men that night,
and mounting his horse he started in company with Archie Meehan and a
small relief party.
In the meantime I had made my way back to the cellar of the chateau,
which we were using for a dugout, and the battery to our rear, an
Imperial battery, was firing when it received an "S.O.S." Suddenly a
German airplane hovered over the chateau, describing a half circle
behind the Imperial battery, spotting its flash, and immediately
wirelessing the location. Our observers, who were stationed at points on
either side, did not notice the manipulation of the airplane at the rear
of the battery. The "S.O.S." was accompanied by a burst of stars from
the Imperial British Infantry, the signal working its way down right
into the Canadian lines, where the ammunition was rapidly becoming
exhausted.
On account of the trees partially obscuring the flash of the guns of the
Imperial battery, the airship that the battery in the chateau saw did
not convey the exact information to the German batteries, and when they
opened up on the chateau, chunks out of the building and trees and a
general ripping up ensued, but their fire did not reach the battery.
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