In the haste of the retreat the Germans abandoned and we picked up
bicycles, gramophones, concertinas, accordions, civilian clothes,
and provisions of all kinds, and what not. There were a lot of dead
Germans behind them. One officer was sitting quite natural, with his
head resting on his hands. Another chap had apparently been a bit of a
carver, for he had just finished carving a doll’s house, with furniture
complete. He had evidently been doing it in his spare time under fire:
_Pte. Trobe, Royal Artillery_.