Monday, 24th (February 1919)

Just left Bailleul, passing Armentiers before dawn, and we are back in the grim old battle areas.

Have said goodbye to Germany and Belgium, and will soon be making my bow to La Belle France.  It but remains to kiss the hand of old England and then – no boat can leave too soon for that most distant of her Dominions which, with all its rawness, for me spells “HOME”.  Like Ulysses, “I have grown old in travel”, at least older, and have no more years to waste a-wandering.

1 a.m. (Soldier’s Club, Russell Square)

Our passes have been extended a week, so we get 21 days instead of 14.

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