Thursday (9 August 1917)

Spent the whole afternoon mooching about in a damp gun pit.  Others keep on smiling – I keep on smoking, having just finished a pipe I have a home made cigarette, after which I indulge in a bought cigarette, which ended, it is usually time for another pipe; unless perchance a meal or a parade intervenes.  Like Mark Twain I do not smoke at meals.

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