Towards midnight our gunners turned up and got us well awake with banter, rummaging for biscuits, and general hilarity. The Hun availing himself of moonlight besprinkled the whole countryside with bombs, one string of them running towards us with a tremendous crescendo. Later, we awoke to the most infernal din ever heard. In our dazed state some thought a bomb had hit our hut, others had visions of the end of the world – run-away railway trains etc. To me it seemed that bombs, highly luminous, were bursting over my bed. Then the hut started to bulge and quiver; gusts of air, water laden, came squirting in at every cranny and we were in the middle of a cataclysmic electrical disturbance. The whirlwind which had preceded it had, we discovered this morning, snapped off a large tree behind our hut and thrown it across a shack nearby.
Now that there is some possibility of Germany being beaten, one begins more than ever to speculate about getting through safely. It will be very hard luck for those who fall during the closing days of the war. Still more reinforcements arrived tonight.
11 p.m. At dusk, ordered out with ammunition. The Hun, taking advantage of the clair de lune was bombing heavily. He struck a large dump, exploding ammunition with a vivid, incandescent glow, lighting up the country for miles around. After we left our guns, bombs commenced to fall behind us and to flank unpleasantly near. We dismounted for a while and covered under a bank, then away at a hard-gallop. Before getting into bed we had the satisfaction of seeing one of the raiders crashing in flames and finally exploding, with an immense blaze of bombs and petrol, in mid-air. Annoyed Irish mate by lighting cigarette during bombing. “Lee,” he said, “you are a bloody fool – I have no love for the grave.”
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