September 2nd

Nothing exciting happened during the day. Ration carrying to ‘B’ Company at night raining hard the whole time and had been raining all day. What a state the ground was in! The fellow that wrote the following little verse had evidently some such experience in mind:

“How all authorities intrigue

To make my life one long fatigue

Strafe all the powers that be

From the Sergeant Major to the GOC”

To get about six bags of rations slung around your neck, or a can of water in each hand besides a rifle and equipment and carrying them over about a mile and a half of what had, at some time been fields, but are now more or less a morass is indeed a heart breaking job. It must be done at night of course and over ground pitted with shell holes usually full of water, and if they happen to be in your path and you don’t happen to see them; Well! You find them all the same.