ar for shelter from falling shells. At the Hotel de
Ville the same sight presented itself. The bombardment had reduced its
walls to little more than a tottering shell, which fell to pieces at the
merest touch.
[Illustration: IN YPRES, WITH "BABY" BROOKS, THE OFFICIAL STILL
PHOTOGRAPHER, MAY, 1916]
CHAPTER VII
THE BATTLE OF ST. ELOI
Filming Within Forty-five Yards of the German
Trenches--Watching for "Minnies"--Officers'
Quarters--"Something" Begins to Happen--An Early Morning
Bombardment--Develops Into the Battle of St. Eloi--Which I
Film from Our First-Line Trench--And Obtain a Fine Picture.
A bombardment was to take place. A rather vague statement, and a common
enough occurrence; but not so this one.
I had a dim idea--not without foundation, as it turned out--that there
was more in this particular bombardment than appeared on the surface.
Why this thought crossed my mind I do not know. But there it was, and I
also felt that it would somehow turn out seriously for me before I had
finished.
I was to go to a certain spot to see a general--and obtain permission to
choose a good view-point for my machine. My knowledge of the topography
of this particular part of the line was none too good.
Reaching the place I met the General, who said, in a jocular way, when I
had explained my mission:
"Have you come to me to-day by chance, or have you heard something?"
This remark, "Had I heard something?" confirmed my opinion that
something _was_ going to happen. Without more ado, the General told me
the bombardment would take place on the morrow, somewhere about 5.30
a.m.
"In that case," I said, "it will be quite impossible to obtain any
photographs. Anyway," I added, "if you will permit me, sir, I will sleep
in the front line trenches to-night, and so be ready for anything that
may happen. I could choose a good spot for my machine this afternoon."
"Well," he replied, "it's a hot corner," and going to the section maps
he told me our front line was only forty-five yards away from the
Bosche. "You will, of course, take the risk, but, honestly speaking, I
don't expect to see you back again."
This was anything but cheerful, but being used to tight corners I did
not mind the risk, so long as I got some good films.
The General then gave me a letter of introduction to another general,
who, he said, would give me all the assistance he could. Armed with this
document, I started o
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