On the march, there are motor-Lorries full of them.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke
They were looking down the road anxiously, and I found that they were waiting for British Lorries and ambulances to take them away to safer country, beyond the reach of German shell-fire.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
But I marvelled at their courage, sitting there on their bundles, after tramping away from their blazing homesteads, waiting for British Lorries to take them away from a place which, even then, was registered by German guns, with the young girls, and the babies who were born under hostile rule.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs