''But what was one to do? The earth on the hillside was being mashed by enemy shells while machine-guns raked the ground we were crossing. Deadly detonations cratered splattering earth in all directions. The noise was deafening. Within a few minutes not a single officer in my Company remained. (DM p. 40)

Conrad himself was severely wounded and was carried to the Asylum where nuns had set up a dressing station. The Germans began shelling the building, and soon terrified inmates ran screaming into the battlefield. The shelling continued and the Asylum caught fire and burnt to the ground. The conquering hoards swept over their defeated foes. Things had not gone well for the British Expeditionary Force that day. Conrad, along with some other wounded, were moved to an inn and then on to a small hospital on the outskirts of Mons. Here Conrad remained whilst his wounds healed. As he got his strength back, his thoughts turned to escape. He had heard that Antwerp was still in Allied hands, and so set his mind to escaping there. He soon learned the first rule of escape: say nothing! He confided in a British doctor, a Major whom the Germans had appointed  to check on the welfare of the British wounded. The Major saw the plan as a breach or the Geneva Convention and warned against it. The following day, a troop of German soldiers came for Conrad. He was taken to the station and his stretcher placed in a cattle truck full of British walking wounded. Conrad was bound for Germany.