NK" THAT WENT INTO ACTION, H.M.L.S. "DAPHNE."
SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1916 222

THE BATTLEFIELD OF "GINCHY" 224

RESERVES WATCHING THE ATTACK AT MARTINPUICH, SEPTEMBER
15TH, 1916 224

OVER THE TOP AT MARTINPUICH, SEPT. 15TH, 1916 228

TWO MINUTES TO ZERO HOUR AT MARTINPUICH, SEPT. 15TH, 1916 228

THE HIGHLAND BRIGADE GOING OVER THE TOP AT MARTINPUICH,
SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1916 234

LORD KITCHENER'S LAST VISIT TO FRANCE 256

FILMING OUR GUNS IN ACTION DURING THE GREAT GERMAN RETREAT
TO ST. QUENTIN, MARCH, 1917 268

THE QUARRY FROM WHICH I CRAWLED TO FILM THE GERMAN
TRENCHES IN FRONT OF ST. QUENTIN, 1917 290

OUR OUTPOST LINE WITHIN 800 YARDS OF ST. QUENTIN 302

PART I

HOW I FILMED THE WAR

CHAPTER I

A FEW WORDS OF INTRODUCTION

Fate has not been unkind to me. I have had my chances, particularly
during the last two or three years, and--well, I have done my best to
make the most of what has come my way. That and nothing more.

How I came to be entrusted with the important commission of acting as
Official War Office Kinematographer is an interesting story, and the
first few chapters of this book recount the sequence of events that led
up to my being given the appointment.

Let me begin by saying that I am not a writer, I am just a "movie man,"
as they called me out there. My mind is stored full to overflowing with
the impressions of all I have seen and heard; recollections of
adventures crowd upon me thick and fast. Thoughts flash through my mind,
and almost tumble over one another as I strive to record them. Yet at
times, when I take pen in hand to write them down, they seem to elude me
for the moment, and make the task more difficult than I had anticipated.

In the following chapters I have merely aimed at setting down, in simple
language, a record of my impressions, so far as I can recall them, of
what I have seen of many and varied phases of the Great Drama which has
now been played to a finish on the other side of the English Channel.
Most of those recollections were penned at odd moments, soon after the
events chronicled, when they were still fresh in mind, often within
range of the guns.

It was my good