Have rather a cold
night in a small cubbyhole behind the parapet and am roused at five
forty-five by a lot of our guns firing and, on getting up to
investigate matters, find the Hun is taking it all very quietly.
About six thirty a.m. the signaller comes up to tell me we are
expecting an attack at Bullecourt, just to the north, a deserter
having come over in the night and told us. Everything quietened down
by seven fifteen a.m. I did not get away till eight fifteen a.m - the
seven o'clock seemed to be very late in reaching the OP, or else the
brigade signallers were too lazy and did not let me know when he had
arrived. They knew I was putting in a strafe about them and probably
were retaliating.
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