Very good Church Services. The Captain himself, Carré, a religious enthusiast, took the morning service. A quiet, pleasant, restful day, but longing for the morrow.
Weather much cooler now – as time gets on it seems to creep, only the more slowly – still it is something almost incredible to think that I can count the time in hours now instead of years, months, weeks, or even “days.”
I met a youth from Sherborne – Galfrid’s* new school and he tells me it is a very good place.
* Galfrid was his second son
A quiet, restful day. Whether I am ill, or whether it is just the reaction, but I can hardly drag one leg after another and seem incapable of any physical or mental action – I just sleep and dream and read and flop about and long and long for the too-slow flying hours to pass – then when I meet Daisie I shall want the hours to linger and they will fly like a whirlwind till we reach the grave.
This war has made time fly – it seems incredible that I have been a General for nearly 4 years and I feel so very juvenile – in the rank.
Sailed at 5.30 a.m. Hot. With my face set the other way time always seemed to fly – with my face set towards Daisie in Bombay every second seems like a year and the five next days like 5 life times. A quaint Captain commanding the Egra – Captain Carré* from Guernsey, a tiny man, very religious, who says Grace before meals. The officers on board are simply “terrors”, truly we have reached absolute bed-rock – there is honestly not one of them who would have been selected before the War for a lance-corporal’s stripe. War news is still splendid – we progressing everywhere and Germany plaintively bleating for Peace.
* Carré appears to be the author of this book published in the 1930s.
Arrived at Basra about 9 a.m., where Colonel Senior of my old regiment, the 20th, very kindly put me up in G.H.Q., and took me all over Basra to see the wonderful things they have been doing since I was last there.