MONDAY, AUGUST 2, 1915.

I am well, and busy all day with many varied things. I am acting

just now both as Commanding Officer and Adjutant, but we are getting

on nicely. We are a few hundreds of yards behind the front line just

now, and, beyond a little shelling now and again, we are very quiet.

We are living in a wood with high trees and undulating ground, and

the French Army, who have just vacated the place have constructed

most elaborate shelters from shell-fire. They are much more palatial

places than any 'dug-outs' we have seen or made elsewhere. They go

so deep down into the ground, or are built up with such thick sides

and roofs, that they are considered quite safe things to be in, even

if they do get a direct hit upon them with a big shell. We are going

to make application for leave for other two Officers.... Then

perhaps it will be my turn to come. Yes, I am waiting till all the

others have had leave, as I would rather be the last to go.

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