A quiet day in dugout. Found it hard to sleep owing to heavy artillery fire. Should really return to billets to-night but ordered to remain as supports. At 7 P. M. I and fifteen others ordered to proceed to firing lines. There for three hours during which time I was on listening patrol--a particularly nervy and rotten job. Arrived back in dugouts about midnight. MONDAY, _March 8, 1915_ Very quiet day in dugout and had a good sleep. Worked all night on fatigue, and returned to supporting line at dawn. TUESDAY, _March 9, 1915_ Stood by all day, and at night received joyful news to return to billets. Reached them at midnight, and relief at being out of all danger for the present cannot be overestimated. WEDNESDAY, _March 10, 1915_ Slept on well into the day. In evening walked into village of Dresouke and had a good wash, shave, and meal. Ye Gods! THURSDAY, _March 11, 1915_ Busy all day on various fatigues. We come from trenches for what is called a “rest.” I should like to know what the Army Authorities call “work.” FRIDAY, _March 12, 1915_ Marched into Bailleul and took up fresh billets in another barn. Very glad to see some really respectable people, and the barn for a change happened to be nice and clean. SATURDAY, _March 13, 1915_ Morning spent in physical and bayonet drill, and in the afternoon had a bath and change of linen. Very nice indeed, and after a good meal spent evening in recreation-room. SUNDAY, _March 14, 1915_ Ye Gods! what a day; turned out at 5 A. M. and left billets in full marching order for unknown destination at 9. Marched all morning over an awful cobbled road and bivouacked in wheatfield all afternoon. In evening marched to trenches about four miles to the north of Armentieres. Got right to firing line to find we were not expected and not wanted. Here we are twelve or thirteen miles from billets and done to the wide. Spent two hours lying on the road whilst an empty farm was found which we reached about midnight. Went straight off to sleep, and never remember feeling as whacked before. MONDAY, _March 15, 1915_ Spent day in farm waiting for further orders, and at 8 P. M. once more marched to trenches. Placed in supports in what once was a village--now not a whole house standing. I and six others put into a small coal cellar of a house of which one wall is now standing. Spent night on guard. Plenty of snipers about and grenades fairly frequent, but no shells. TUESDAY, _March 16, 1915_ Quiet day in cellar. Only two shells over, but no harm done. Evening on guard again similar to last night. WEDNESDAY, _March 17, 1915_