Item 03: Walter V. Wright diary, 7 September 1916-23 March 1917 - Page 62
Our billet is "airy" Our Billet is "sweet"
You can smell the dam place as you come up the street,
A manure heap in front, a manure heap behind,
Why, man, you're in clover, that is - of a kind
The place is quite "Holey", and oft unawares
The wind comes whistling with various airs,
It is a bit draughty, but, then, you are told
To live in fresh air, keeps one clear of a cold.
The straw that you lie on was laid on the floor,
When France was at war