One boy* is quite an institution in camp. He has a loud infectious laugh which rings out at unexpected moments, whereat half the camp take it up in good-humoured banter and he, no whit abashed, laughs all the louder. Adjournment to watch a mad aeronaut playing tricks around a descending balloon, turning over and over in sheer abandon. Talking of balloons, dozens of propaganda balloons have been sent over today, some bright blue and some pale blue, looking very pretty in the sunshine.
*(Johnnie Johnston: killed by a stray bullet a few days before the Armistice.)