1918 – October 13

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.

1918 – October 12

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.”

1918 – October 10

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.

1918 – October 9

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.

1918 – October 8

Lunched on flagship with Admiral Gaunt – Dined with Senior and General Sutton. Went on board the Egra after dinner and shook the dust of Mesopotamia finally off my worn-out shoes – no particular gladness or sorrow, but nice to think of meeting Daisie.