Writing up dispatches, dined with Ready, Adjutant General. Everybody very nice, but a general sort of feeling that I have been a naughty boy and ought to be put in the corner. The Chief was very nice in my last interview, but begged to differ from me.
Writing up despatches. Dined with General Dixon of Rhodesia. The Marlings were there – glad to be out of Teheran. Also Grand Duke Dimitri Pavlovitch, 27, now with a Commission as Captain in the British Army, He is quite possibly the next Czar. He talked to me for an hour in gratitude for my help to the Russians etc., and told me of the horrible things he has to suffer at the hands of our blunt Englishmen. One Officer says: “the Russians always run away, don’t they?” and so on.
To Baghdad – thank God for the last of the Motor-cars for a bit after that 600 mile drive on a vile road. The Jilu refugees – poor things – blocked the road everywhere and I feel half responsible for them though it was not my fault that Government would not take up my Urmieh scheme. Billeted in No. 2 Mess – Stuart Wortley. Dined with the C.-in-C.
Arrived H.Q. 14th Division at Mirjaneh and stayed with General Frazer. Met Nicholson, 37th Dopas and George Gunning, 21st Cav. also Maclachlan, 40th Pathans commanding a Brigade – such a nice atmosphere to be back once more among real soldiers.
To Tak-i-giri G.H.Q. Camp at the top of the Paitak Pass. Met General Gilman the Chief of the Staff and General Beach, Chief of the Intelligence – they were not very communicative, but we talked on other topics – our splendid advance up to Acre in Palestine. I do not at all tremble for my fate, but I hate these sort of quarrels – I have insulted both the War Office and Baghdad, and my action has been right throughout – I have been quite misjudged and if I insisted on an inquiry others in high places would get into trouble and not me – but I loathe these things. The only thing that matters is one’s own conscience and my conscience entirely congratulates me.
Kermanshah – stopping with Weir the Political – My Russian A.D.C. is very ill again, I hope I shall not have to leave him behind, as it would be very hard to do without him.
Padre O’Connor. Holy Communion in the Mc.Murray’s Drawing-room – just ourselves, then off for Kermanshah. A very sad parting with this homely home and these good people of incredible kindness and hospitality. Very hot and dusty – car at last broke down 30 miles out of Kermanshah, but luckily just opposite the camp of the 48th Pioneers where we stayed the night very comfortably.