Boulogne—All Saints’ Day.—We loaded up with British after all, late in the evening, and had a very heavy night: one of mine died suddenly of femoral hæmorrhage, after sitting up and enjoying his breakfast.
12 noon.—We are still unloaded, but I was up all night, and so went out for a blow after breakfast. Found two British T.B.D.’s in dock; on one they were having divine service, close to the quay. I listened specially to the part about loving our enemies! Then I found the English Church (Colonial and Continental), quite nice and good chants, but I was too sleepy to stay longer than the Psalms: it is ages since one had a chance to go to Church.
After lunch, now they are all unloaded, one will be able to get a stuffy station sleep, regardless of noise and smells.
We carried thirty-nine officers on the train, mostly cavalry, very brave and angelic and polite in their uncomfortable and unwonted helplessness. They liked everything enthusiastically—the beds and the food and the bandages. One worn-out one murmured as he was tucked up, “By Jove, it is splendid to be out of the sound of those beastly guns; it’s priceless.” I had a very interesting conversation with a Major this morning, who was hit yesterday. He says it’s only a question of where and when you get it, sooner or later; practically no one escapes.
Rifle firing counts for nothing; it is all the Coal-boxes and Jack Johnsons. The shortage of officers is getting very serious on both sides, and it becomes more and more a question of who can wear out the other in the time.
He said that Aircraft has altered everything in War. German aeroplanes come along, give a little dip over our positions, and away go the German guns. And these innocent would-be peasants working in the fields give all sorts of signals by whirling windmills round suddenly when certain regiments come into action.
The poor L. Regiment were badly cut up in this way yesterday half an hour after coming into their first action; we had them on the train.
They say the French fight well with us, better than alone, and the Indians can’t be kept in their trenches; it is up and at ‘em. But we shall soon have lost all the men we have out here. Trains and trains full come in every day and night. We are waiting now for five trains to unload. It is a dazzling morning.
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