The brewery then became a sort of No Man's Land-an empty shell between opposing sides.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
The heavy gunning that we have put over this ground for more than a week, with special concentration on strong points like the ruined brewery outside the scrap-heap village of Poelcappelle and the other blockhouses, had made this area a most unhealthy neighbourhood for German garrisons, and they had withdrawn some of their strength to safer lines, leaving small outposts, with orders to hold out at all costs-orders easy to give and hard to obey in the case of men dejected and shaken by a long course of concussion and fear.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
It was a large brewery and was burnt to the ground.
"My Diary in Serbia: April 1, 1915-Nov. 1, 1915"
Monica M. Stanley