Item 01: Frank Hurley war diary, 21 August-28 October 1917 - Page 46
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now is absorbed by military camps & dumps. A mile before entering Ypres, one enters a magnificent avenue of fine old trees, which bear the scars of shell & shrapnel, many being shot, away altogether. It is a noble approach to Ypres. Here & there on either side are small hamlets - the outskirts of the town, demolished by shell fire. Up high in the sky, is the line of sausage balloons, which "spot" on our artillery, fire & report its effect. They Trail in a long line across the sky, parallel with the front line & out of range of Fritz's shrapnel. Like great horseflies circling & flashing in the sun, are numbers of our scouting aeroplanes. On the road toiling through the dust, march on the endless procession of men & munition transports. But here we are at Ypres, & the traffic sentry warns you to put on your "Tin Hat" (steel helmet) & have your gas mask slung at the ready position. He sees our camera gear