Mark Severn's account published in 1936 of the end of the war.
"The battery was in action before Le Quesnoy. In the afternoon when the gunners had ceased firing they lay back on the grass and speculated which of the endless teams of horses and mules would get across the bridge.
The sappers were working hard under steady shell fire. A gallant party of military Police were clearing away the dead horses and men that littered the road.
A gun team would come trotting down the hill towards the bridge and a 100 yards from it would break into a gallop. Hooray!
They got safely across. Here's the next lot! Bang! That's got them. No it hasn't as horses and men, less 1 driver emerge from the smoke and gallop up the road into safety.
Very early on the last morning Shadbolt was watching the men dragging the heavy howitzers into a little clearing in the wood.
The day was grey and overcast, the raindrops from a recent shower were dripping sadly off the trees. Above them a few pigeons, disturbed by the movements of the men.
A despatch rider rode up and handed him a message form. "Hostilities will cease at 11 a.m. today. A-A-A. No firing will take place after this hour". He sat on the stump of a tree. In any case the order did not effect them. The enemy was already out of range and they could move no further.
This, then was the end. Visions of the early days swan before his eyes. Hugh was gone, Tyler, Little Rawson, Sergeant Powell, Elliot, James Johnson - the names of the dead gunners strung themselves before him. This was the very end.
"Mr Severn.", "Sir", "You can fall the men out for breakfast. The war is over".
Source "50 Amazing Stores of the Great War" (1936).