Item 05: M.C. Evans war diary, 16 June-8 November 1917 - Page 41
on the timorons, like Eblis incarnate, stood a huge Sudanese Bash Ryce or native Sgt Major, naked like his brethren.
Such a varied assortment of moths flies & wogs are fluttering around by humble candle that it is impossible to write.
I will make a cup of tea & so to bed.
Quite a miniature tragedy has occurred. I have lost Ahmed from amongst the number of my Black Command. He was a genial youth with a wall eye