I was ordered to move. We had twenty minutes to get ready, no lights to be used. There was a shortage of tank drivers so three of us volunteered for the job. In twenty minutes I was driving slowly towards the highway. At 6.00 o'clock the next morning, we were four miles behind the lines. The sound of artillery fire and exploding shells signallized that we were near the front. Artillery fire was heavy that day, from both sides. At 8.00 o'clock fascist planes appeared. Our anti-aircraft guns brought down three planes. It was the first time I had seen an airplane set on fire. I watched it go crashing to the ground That evening, the glad news reached us that Lister's Division was encircling Brunete and that the International Brigade had captured Villa Nueva de Canada. That night, my company moved to the front lines to get into action. It was 3.00 a.m., and very dark. We had to drive without lights along a highway jammed with traffic --- trucks, cars, ambulances, gasoline tanks and water tanks. There were many hairpin turns in the highway. With no lights ,and clouds of dust, one could hardly see more than a few feet ahead. As we passed through Villa Nueva de Canada, a village ruined and destroyed by bombs and shells, men were working, clearing the streets for traffic. What had taken years to build was now a heap of ruins. The dead were gradually being removed from the streets for burial. This was my first glimpse of actual war. "So this is war", I thought, "destruction, ruins, blood and death." The tanks were parked in an olive grove on the way to Brunete. We had fifteen minutes in all to fill our tanks with gas and oil, to check the motor and eat breakfast. Our artillery opened a barrage. The fascists replied. A few shells fell near our parking place. "To your tanks, start!", ordered the com- pany commander. In five minutes, the tanks were lined up on the road, facing Brunete. Tank commanders were receiv ing and issuing instructions. Another fifteen minutes, and Brunete lay before us, ruined and destroyed. Some parts of the village were in flames. The church tower was full of shell holes; the fascists were still 11