Another wet miserable day with high wind. Major Gault arrives back from the trenches. He says the men are being pulled out of the muddy trenches, being unable to get out themselves, legs swollen with rheumatics. Men in trenches standing on their fallen dead comrades to avoid standing in the water which is thigh deep (your King and Country needs you?)
The Companies go out and dig more trenches in the rain and biting winds.
Our men have been paid and the usual drinking crimes are the result.