Snowing again, confound it, and all yesterday’s work spoiled. I determined to ride over with Duncan and no escort – all went well – snow in drifts 12 to 15 feet – got men working both sides. At Zagha a Russian officer Lieut. Zypaloff, took us on in a motor to Hamadan, where we arrived at the Mc.Murrays, Imperial Bank of Persia at 4.30 p.m. A lovely house and every comfort which made me unhappy, thinking of the others in the old serai at Asadabad. General Shore* meets me here from Tiflis to explain the situation.
*Brigadier General Offley Shore is mentioned in this book here, in which the situation in the area is being discussed. It is well worth spending a bit of time reading it.
* An interesting article (pdf format) can be found here, about the general movements of troops and actions around the North West Frontier, referencing Woodyatt and Dunsterville. Published in a Supplement to the London Gazette, from 4th July 1916.
Saw a good deal of the enemy skipping about on the hills and it looks as if they’d fight in a day or two. I did not fire at them as I want them to gather and put up one real good fight, then the affair will subside, probably, for at least a year. The Division have been very good so far, in allowing me to run my own show, and I have Duncan, the best of Brigade Majors.
They got through the King’s wire last night between posts 21 and 22 and fired a salvo at me in the fort at 11 p.m. It was very plucky of them and very well done and I sent them a message to say “well done!” When the live wire [electric fence] is up I’m afraid they’ll get killed. I inspected No. 3 section riding round the front line in the morning. We ran the gauntlet rather, as our horses attracted the snipers, shots were near us, but neither I nor Short nor Duncan, who were riding with me, were hit. A mule driver caught one of the bullets that missed me and was hit in the head.
I’ve got wireless, aeroplanes, howitzers and motors, all quite up to date. Last night a little firing. This morning Cavalry patrol fired on from the downs, no casualties. It is fearfully hot and the mosquitos rage and the dust stifles. Duncan of the 9th Gurkhas is my Brigade Major, Waller of the 72nd, Staff Captain, Rich, 35th Sikhs (I.A.R.O.* Bombay Port Trust) Orderly Officer.