There are six of the boys playing cards now, some are peeling spuds
for dinner, the rest are having a sleep. We have a hole dug in a bank,
and we only get in when the shrapnel gets a bit too close, to get out
of sight of aeroplanes, and to sleep, night-times. My chum only wakes
up grub-times and when he does guard: _Corpl. H. Smith, King’s Royal
Rifles_.