Though it is now only 9.30. I seem to have already spent a long day. I awoke at about 2 a.m. to the sound of an intense bombardment, mingled with the bursts of Fritz’s replies. Out at 4.30. and away with an empty stomach on our usual trip, a little after sunrise. We saw all varieties of shell-bursts making havoc of the countryside; especially at the guns, where some of our animals have been killed. You can bet your boots we lost no time in heaving out the ammunition and away.
The fields are completely free from live stock, which are housed. I hate harnessing up in the dark. The beastly stuff gets twisted the wrong way and you find that you are putting it on your neighbour’s animal.
[Image: Horses of a British ammunition limber killed by a German shell near Mailly-Maillet, 7 April 1918 IWM (Q 7853)]
Walk March 