1917 – December 28

7 a.m. Just off! It is sad breaking up this little home where we have had 2½ happy years – but I felt all the time it was wrong to have so much happiness amidst the misery of War time. Our Christmas Dinner was a great success in spite of all – and my farewell to the Home was also inspiring. Last night I had 36 men of the Church of England Men’s Society to tea – including Corporal Gould. Daisie comes down to the port with me and Susanna stays here with Miss Key.

I suppose I go to Baghdad* and thence go on to serve with the Russians, the very job I am fitted for and that I have desired since I knew that we had linked up with them. Daisie thinks the Russian anarchists and Bolsheviks will kill me, which is quite likely!

* Reference to Fall of Baghdad, 1917

1917 – August 5th

Rain and mist all the time which we enjoy. Prickly heat gone, but has turned into boils which are beastly. A very good Meeting on Thursday of the Church of England’s Men’s Society – I took the evening service to-day as there is no Chaplain. Daisie’s Dove keeps her busy and happy, but it’s not really a very interesting bird and it just hates her.