Orders at last. Glad to cease being unemployed. I leave for Agra to-morrow morning, visiting the Shrine at Makhad and my old friend the hereditary Saint on the banks of the Indus (Pir Sahib Said Ghulam Abas) and staying a day at Jhelum.
Settling down so comfortably and poor Daisie has worked so hard and the bungalow and garden begin to look so nice and this evening we get a wire to say I am transferred to command the Peshawar Brigade – so we are [off on] Monday. Sorry to leave old Jhelum, but Peshawar is a better brigade and not so dull.
Left Murree by tonga 3 p.m., arrived Jhelum 1 a.m. leaving Rose and Susanna with Miss Key.
Arrived Jhelum 3 p.m. Brigade Major – and fire-works to greet us. A feeling of being home again.
[End of War Diary A]
Arrived London rain and fog – reported War Office and India Office. We are all to go out in the Moldavia and I am to command the Jhelum Brigade. There is trouble in India. Susanna comes with us, but it is hard luck I can’t see more of my two dear sons.