8th, 9th August (1918)

Still on starvation track.  We are able to get a “Daily Mail” every morning.  This new idea of intermingling all allied troops under one able leader seems to work well.

A heavy bombardment has been grumbling all day in the distance.  The chief topic of conversation here is “when will the war end”?  To my astonishment the Dr. put me down for C.C.S. which means hospital proper.

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