Wrote Baptist Times article in dugout and
letters home. At night 6.30 took 9 men
down to R.E, park to draw corrugated iron for dugouts. Men very sick and grumbled tremendously. The fatigues for the whole Battalion being
done by about 20 men. These ten since 5
that morning had fetched rations and tkane them into firing line over hill, dug
all morning, fetched mails afternoon.
Now this. They had to take 25
sheets and I took 2 on my head so that they would have to, without
grumbling. However, trudged home 1 ½
miles up hill like elephants. Ran into
Indian mule drivers and greeted them with “Inshi, Johnnie!” (‘’Get a move on”)
. As soon as they got in they were sent
off to trenches for 3 new posts.
Absolute limit.
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