A clear night with a young moon descending along the path of the sun. I have to pass the night in an empty iron hut and do 4 ½ hours picket in the small hours. The big guns have been barking today. A batch of reinforcements including many who, we thought, had become permanent instructors at Ewshot, so there has been a combing out of the “die-hards” or “Anzacs” as the Villian ironically calls them. Curiously the old faces keep popping up, in all sorts of places and under all sorts of conditions, you keep scratching your head wondering where on earth it was that I came across that chap.