1916 – November 10

Back to Shabkadr. Nothing doing. The enemy are afraid of my live wire and have not yet tried it. It kills two or 3 inoffensive wild cats, dogs and jackals every day – it is hard on them.

1915 – May 27

Nights quite cool, days fiercely hot. Yesterday General Campbell, commanding the Division, Colonel Rice G.S.O. and myself, motored out to Shabkadr* and Matta to look round the Mohmand frontier. It was strange to be back in these wild parts after that war in France, all this seems like another planet. I like this command, but rather regret the pay and interest of my railway work and the comfort of Mme. Delaporte’ s house and my beloved Germaine’s French lessons. The road from Peshawar to Shabkadr in the early morning at this time of the year is very beautiful, especially the beds of lotus.

 

* Now spelt Shabqadar