the boys had his head in his lap. Bryce smiled weakly. "Can-
ada, say, that's our meat. Funny eh, that the village should 
have Canada attached to it?" He died smiling.

Our casualties were heavy. John Deck, one of the finest 
men in the battalion who took command when Bryce Coleman 
was killed said tersely, "We're going over together boys. 
Remember, Mackenzie-Papineau, over the top." With a whoop 
he jumped over the parapet leading the attack. He was hit 
and yelled "Don't mind me, keep on going, keep on going." 
Bill Hallowell was wounded, in a very embarrassing place. He 
wouldn't be able to sit for a few weeks.

When we approached the village we saw a bunch of tall 
Moors leading women and children in front of them and 
holding a white flag. We held our fire, and approached. As 
we came near they opened up a withering fire on us. We were 
still ordered to withhold fire for fear of hitting the women and 
children. We could see them crying and terror-stricken. Some 
of our boys rushed from the right flank and got the Moors 
from the rear. Our artillery was shooting with amazing ac-
curacy. The fascist machine-gun nest in the belfry of the vil-
lage church was demolished by a direct hit. We marched into 
the village, the fascists in full flight and those villagers who 
had remained alive were hysterical with happiness.

Fagged

WE were tired. There was a hot sun. No water. But when 
we got into the village we had a royal feast. Italian can-
ned food, kegs of beer, eggs, left over by the fleeing fascists. 
We didn't know how the others were faring. The Lister 
Brigade was on our right but we hadn't seen them. We found 
out why later. During the night they had marched through, 
passed the fascist-held village, and attacked Brunete lying due 
south. Taken by surprise by this marvelous piece of strategy, 
the fascists retreated and Brunete was captured within five 
hours. Meanwhile on our left flank the El Campensinos had

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