"12:50 a.m.—Awakened by a noise like a fog-horn gone quite mad.
"12:55 a.m.—Realise someone has smelt gas, cannot find gas-helmet or shirt.
"1 a.m.—Grope about for matches and candles—find to my discomfort several extra articles of furniture in the hut—curse volubly.
"1:15 a.m.—People rush in to remind me that I am orderly "bloke." Have heated alteraction with "next of duty" as to when term of office ends. Matter settled by the entrance of C.O.—AM orderly officer.
"1:15 a.m.—Stumble round camp—rumour of "Stand-to"—curse abominably.
"1:30 a.m.—Rumour squashed—gas alarm false—someone's clockwork motor-bike horn came unstuck—curse again—retire to bed.
3:30 a.m.—Sleeping peacefully.
3:35 a.m.—Alarming noise. Someone with bigger feet than sense of decency enters the hut; and knocks over a bully-beef box doing excellent work as a chair; collides with everybody's field-boots, mistakes my bed for his, and sits down on same— . . . .
'"...They climbed into the trench and surprised the sentry, but unfortunately the revolver which was held to his head missed fire. Attempts were made to throttle him quietly, but he succeeded in raising the alarm, and had to be killed." This we consider real bad luck for the sentry after the previous heroic efforts to keep him alive.'
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"12:40 a.m.—Sleeping peacefully.
"12:45 a.m.—Not sleeping peacefully.
"12:50 a.m.—Awakened by a noise like a fog-horn gone quite mad.
"12:55 a.m.—Realise someone has smelt gas, cannot find gas-helmet or shirt.
"1 a.m.—Grope about for matches and candles—find to my discomfort several extra articles of furniture in the hut—curse volubly.
"1:15 a.m.—People rush in to remind me that I am orderly "bloke." Have heated alteraction with "next of duty" as to when term of office ends. Matter settled by the entrance of C.O.—AM orderly officer.
"1:15 a.m.—Stumble round camp—rumour of "Stand-to"—curse abominably.
"1:30 a.m.—Rumour squashed—gas alarm false—someone's clockwork motor-bike horn came unstuck—curse again—retire to bed.
3:30 a.m.—Sleeping peacefully.
3:35 a.m.—Alarming noise. Someone with bigger feet than sense of decency enters the hut; and knocks over a bully-beef box doing excellent work as a chair; collides with everybody's field-boots, mistakes my bed for his, and sits down on same— . . . .
3:59 a.m.—Order restored by Company Commander.
6:0 a.m.—Reveillé."
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'"...They climbed into the trench and surprised the sentry, but unfortunately the revolver which was held to his head missed fire. Attempts were made to throttle him quietly, but he succeeded in raising the alarm, and had to be killed." This we consider real bad luck for the sentry after the previous heroic efforts to keep him alive.'
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Their gallows humor was top-notch.