24 August 1918 Saturday
are what The British West Indians call themselves.
Went B.H.Q. & then around the line-
(The Black Anzacs as they call themselves) they are a chattering lot of West Indians. I feel the loss of my horses every time I go out- great lop-eared clumsy brutes we have now, without any pretence of blood. Sandflys & Mosquitoes bad near water but we are thankful for latter.
Papers & letters from England tell good news from France- may it all end soon. Jim Ayre is still alive & kicking, we old dogs seem to weather it better than many youngsters.