The idiots that be, have made us change huts again and I am with a different set of chaps from whom I know. However there is a certain interest in making their acquaintance. Returned after some light refreshment out beneath the twinkling but unknown stars, to find half the camp in its usual state of pay-night inebriety – they call it being stunned. I enjoy the vagaries of boozed soldiers, they usually get happy tight.
[“The spirit of the troops is excellent”, cartoon of boozed NZ artilleryman by H. P. Watson, copy supplied by Nigel Robson with thanks]
Walk March 