This page has already been transcribed. You can find new pages to transcribe here.


[Page 312]

[Wednesday 8 November 1917]

Still blowing a gale but things in general are better. We get wireless news of how the war is going but nothing else, writing is difficult, the sea is so rough-
We are now off Cape Finistiere & the Spanish Coast-
You will notice I am using the end of 1917 Diary anticipating I shall not be soldiering when 1917 November comes round!!!
Dear little Mother I dreamt about you last night & could see you all so plainly at Bronte. It is a great comfort to feel Joe is keeping every thing going & you are well. I hope it was not selfish [indecipherable] to many.

Current Status: