7th February (1918)

Up at 4.30. to the guns on a waggon loaded with bursters (concrete slabs to protect dugouts from detonating shells on the outside) which, as our vehicle had no tail board, kept sliding off the back and me hopping up and down salvaging them and knocking skin off.  The Abomination of Desolation and the ruined town looked particularly dismal today and decomposing horses in lurid-looking pools aren’t attractive.  Well – the mud on my strides has dried nice and crisp; got the damp sox hanging over the candle and washed feet in water already used by half a dozen others.

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