and shapes, tanks standing ready for the advance -provender and ammunition
wagons pouring up- thousands of men crawling like beetles in between, slipping
in the mud (it had been raining heavily) tripping over old barbed wire entanglements
-falling into old and various shell holes.
This was the traffic going up to say nothing of the traffic coming down. Men
shouting swearing doing all sorts of things but the right thing. Such is the
scene on a road and through shattered villages as we advance with our
preparations for a bigger move.
At last we got into our reserve trench, dead tired wet through & in
the day time were under direct observation
by Jerry. It continued cold and wet & everyone was cheerfully miserable.
We were here for two nights and