our dugout. Heaps of arms, legs feet etc all rotten. Was writing to Bell & Capt Greer told me it would not go, it was a waste of time for me to write. Get 200 Players cigarettes from chum Belle. I see Gus Margot on his way out of the trenches. I am ordered to Sunken Road R.A.P for 5 PM. spent the night at the Cemetery dug out & returning to Sunken Road at 7 AM in the rain when four fellows out of six hit on the ridge & the track blown up for 50 yards Sunday Oct 15. Slept quite a bit during the day. Fritz shelled us to beat the band, & then our guns gave him hell in & for it Fritz put a H E very near our dug out steps & spoiled the only water we had at the Sunken Road R.A.P. Kellock got his water bottle, tunic & shirt torn & was not wounded. Jack Grant got his puttee torn - lucky bunch - took all stretchers to the dressing station for the big push. slept on floor, dug out’s stink like the devil
