They sent my company by lorry to Sietamo, then westward to
Alcubierre, which was just behind
the line fronting Zaragoza.
Sietamo had been fought over
three times before the Anarchists
finally took it in October, and
parts of it were smashed to
pieces by shell-fire and most of
the houses pockmarked by
rifle-bullets.
We were 1500 feet above sea-level
now. It was beastly cold, with dense
mists that came swirling up from
nowhere. Between Sietamo and
Alcubierre the lorry--driver lost his
way (this was one of the regular
features of the war) and we were
wandering for hours in the mist. It
was late at night when we reached
Alcubierre. Somebody shepherded us
through morasses of mud into a
mule-stable where we dug ourselves
down into the chaff and promptly
fell asleep.

What does this means pls help?