1917 – May 9

Daisie took Rose and Susanna to Murree and the bungalow is very empty – lots of work and the Soldiers’ Home keeps me busy. There is no chaplain, so I have to run it through the summer and have been busy getting a Committee together.


1915 – May 2

Left 1.47 a.m. Monday morning special carriage Murree. Susanna has been having fever. She and Rose stay with Miss Key up there and we two return on Thursday by which time I hope punkahs will be up as the mosquitoes are bad and we are dreadfully bitten. It is wonderful how stupid C.O’s are – In the 20th we always had mixed guards, half Mahomedan and half Hindu, anyone with a grain of sense would naturally do this. My guard is now furnished by the 25th P.I. who were in China and whose Sikhs are supposed to sympathise with the mutiny that is ready to break out – and the O.C. that noble regiment gives me a pure Sikh Guard! Of course I can say nothing about it as it would look like scares, so there it is and we are quite happy, but it is rather silly, isn’t it? Last night as we lay in bed, the Sikh sentry kept stopping just outside the chick and bumping his rifle down with a thud which made Daisie think he was going to shoot, and so he was perhaps, but he didn’t. I want a guard to guard me from my guard.

C.O.: Commanding Officer
O.C. Officer in Command

1915 – April 20

Our beautiful rest cure will soon come to an end. We cannot tell what awaits us in India. Rose looks very pale and we hope she is not going to get ill. She and Susanna will soon be in the hills at Murree with Miss Key. The weather is wonderful and it is like a yachting trip. We have a huge cabin with big wardrobe and the ship is full of enormous black-beetles. The Captain, Armitage, is a good fellow, and an Antarctic hero. I play bridge a good deal for very small points and I am reading philosophy. I am nothing else but a philosopher, and so far, I find nothing new – but of course I am dumb, I could not spout all those strings of bewildering words and sentences.