Diary Entry - 29th February, 1916

The night was rather uncomfortable as, at about four, the Bosch put over simply coveys of pip squeaks in the vicinity of our billet, but never came dangerously close. However, when one has been on rest, it takes some time to get used to it again. Everything was packed ready to move in the morning, but at twelve Suttie came back from the wagon line, having seen General Sanders, and told us we were going into action here, in a position further up the crest. In the afternoon, I had to take charge of the funeral party, as Bombardier Balmer, was one of my section, and at two thirty we met a padre from the Eighth Infantry Brigade and put the man under the turf. We expected to be shelled during the proceedings, as the cemetery is surrounded with shell holes — as are all the fields in this vicinity.