drunk or delirious & we get another bum trip in, mud very deep up by the screen. deliver patient to the auto ambulance & make a fresh stab at getting the rations into the chateau, my hide is just a mud cake all over. Start off with a hell of a heavy load on a stretcher for our R.A.P in the chateau we have no slings & slip & slide & fall into every shell hole, including Sugar trench. ditch the stretcher & a bunch of grub & land at the chateau carrying what we can & deliver two hunks of mud that represent a sack of M & V rations & the other tea & sugar. Take my first rum issue I crawl flat on my tummy under a bunk just as I am & fall asleep at once. only to be roused inside fifteen minutes to be sent down to Mc’Inorville with a man shot in the face hands legs & -. too serious to be carried in case he is let fall. however he falls down time & time again in the orchard & I fall once more into Sugar trench. after a long trying walk I deliver him crying to [page cuts off]
