west were guns and riflemen on another hill, all of them holding the road under the best possible observation.  The enemy’s howitzers put down a heavy barrage on all approaches, and on the reverse of the hill covering the village lying in the hollow there were machine guns and many men.  Reconnaissances showed the difficulties attending an attack, and it was not until the afternoon that a plan was ready to be put into execution.  No weak points in the defences could be discovered, and just as it seemed possible that a daylight attack would be held up, a thick mist rolled up the valley and settled down over Enab.  The 2/3rd Gurkhas seized a welcomed opportunity, and as the light was failing the shrill, sharp notes of these gallant hillmen and the deep-throated roar of the 1/5th Somersets told that a weighty bayonet charge had got home, and that the keys of the enemy position had been won.  The men of the bold 75th went beyond Enab in the dark, and also out along the old Roman road towards Biddu to deny the Turks a point from which they could see the road as it fell away from the Enab ridge towards the wadi Ikbala.  That night many men sought the doubtful shelter of olive groves, and built stone sangars to break the force of a biting wind.  A few, as many as could be accommodated, were welcomed by the monks in a monastery in a fold in the hills, whilst some rested and were thankful in a crypt beneath the monks’ church, the oldest part of the building, believed to be the work of sixth-century masons.  The monks had a tale of woe to tell.  They had been proud to have as their guest the Latin Patriarch in Jerusalem, who was a French protege, and this high ecclesiastic remained at the monastery till November 17, when Turkish gendarmerie carried him away.  The Spanish Consul in Jerusalem lodged a vigorous protest, and, so the monks were told, he was supported by the German Commandant.  But to no purpose, for when General Allenby entered Jerusalem he learned that the Latin Patriarch had been removed to Damascus.  For quite a long time the monks did many kindly things for our troops.  They gave up the greater part of the monastery and church for use as a hospital, and many a sick man was brought back to health by rest within those ancient walls.  Some, alas, there were whose wounds were mortal, and a number lie in the monks’ secluded garden.  They have set up wooden crosses over them, and we may be certain that in that quiet sequestered spot their remains will rest in peace and will have the protection of the monks as surely as it has been given to the grave of the Roman centurion which faces those of our brave boys who fell on the same soil fighting the same good fight.