Got off at last at 3.30 a.m. Loaded up 300 at Merville, a place we’ve only been to once before, near the coalmines. Guns were banging only four miles off.
Had a good many bad cases, medical and surgical, this time: kept one busy to the journey’s end. We are unloaded to-night, so they will soon be well seen to, instead of going down to Rouen or Havre, which two other trains just in have got to do.
We have a good many Gordons on; one was hugging his bagpipes, and we had him up after dinner to play, which he did beautifully with a wrapt expression.
We are going up again to-night. “Three trains wanted immediately”—been expecting that.
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