one was telling how he was buried by a shell another how his clothes were cut by shrapnel others how their comrades fell & so on far into the evening.
I told them I was having a service and quite a good many gathered round as we sang & read and had a short address. & the day closed in.
Every night we were treated to a visit from the Hun planes dropping bombs & sometimes flying low and firing the machine guns at the horse lines & into groups where the
were men were living, but fortunately we escaped
I was sleeping out under a mess cart cover, but it was fine weather & I fared pretty well.
we moved back to Ooderdorn into Ottawa Camp and