13th August (1918)

Up bathed and clothed and almost in my right mind after a restless night with queer qualms in my innards.  My “ordinary” companions had similar and more drastic symptoms.  Sequel – very important thick-spectacled orderly fuming round and cursing (respectfully) the M.O. for putting us on “ordinary” rather than “light”.  So that was a mistake and is to be rectified today.  Still one feels sorry for that M.O. he looks like a disappointed parson and spends his spare time mooning along the riverside picking ears of wheat.

Dr. has marked us “convalescent” and the orderly has put us on light diet, so we don’t quite know what we are.

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