A “Rest”. Regimental stunt – several brand new officers on the scene – muster parade – shaved, washed, boots clean, buttons, teeth and toe-nails polished etc. Although we have had only half a day of it we are beginning to wish we were in action again. Perhaps that is the real reason they persecute one with their Tommy rot.
Much amused yesterday to see a bevy of very young Tommy officers fresh from the training school – brand new equipment – smooth, hairless, pink and white countenances – dumped by the wayside and looking so like lost lamps that one expected them to bleat.
I want another N.Z. mail. I also want the war to finish tomorrow. No, tonight, before Fritz starts bombing. I want to go home. J’ai froid; Je vais m’accoucher.