Some of our infantry were manoeuvring and sending up smoke bombs which emit sprays of fire as the smoke column ascends. Saw them practice with a charge with much vim and a mighty yell.
Some drunks the other night were entertaining. Their pleasantries took the form of heaving spadefuls of loose earth over one another and uprooting fruit trees. They appeared to quite enjoy the earth baths, standing ecstatically under the descending showers, whilst one reclining on a bank, submitted to partial interment.
4.p.m. Out on picquet; the sun setting like a blood orange and the sky a cataract of luminous cloud-puffs. Having competed unsuccessfully with Driver Jones in a hop, skip and jump, I’m off to bunk.
[Image: New Zealand troops practising for an attack during World War I. Shows soldiers advancing in a line over flat fields near Bus-les-Artois, France. Photograph taken 11 May 1918 by Henry Armytage Sanders. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington. Ref: 1/2-013197-G]