lorries close together loaded with gas shells burning + a fierce blaze is on, a little farther on a ration lorrie has its back weels in the ditch, its front wheels shot half off + the driver laying dead under the engine which is still running O.K.
At Frosts Turnbull of the 1st wanted a written order from us before we could leave the line Four of us give him the slip + walk to Ypres, the others get sent back to the shell hole relay. At the prison we go into Cell 61. Fritz hits the rear end of the building with a bomb + I beat it into the dressing room. I now feel pretty sick. the gas seems to have me fine + I feel real poor.
Thursday Nov 1. I feel down + out I stay in dressing station all day at supper time S. Sergt Ross of the 12th tells me I am to report sick. I determine to stick it + whilst finding a first place to sleep. meet Corpl Jack Turner + he warns me for the line next morning at 2:30 AM. rotten luck.
