My dearest Mummy,—What an evening! the most perfect sunset I have ever seen—and de la Mare has[38] just had a parcel of food—so what with eggs etc: we shall have a fine meal tonight! This morning at 2 A.M. there was a big attack further south[6]—we don’t know result yet but believe we took 3 lines of trenches. We witnessed the whole fight from here—at least the artillery part of it, since we are on a raised piece of ground. You never saw such a sight as just now—6 aeroplanes (all English and French) up at once and one German—poor old Fritz! However he got away alright. Another quiet day on our part of the line. It is getting quite like a rest-cure in our booby-hutch—nothing but food and slopping up and down our own little section of trench—very little sleep though. Sleep is apt to be disturbed so rudely at all hrs. of the day! No letters this morning—but no doubt will hear from one of you tomorrow. Much love. Ever yr own loving Oscar. (44) Thursday, 17th June. ... de la Mare and I are both living like kings on all this food.... We are now about to have a gigantic meal before the night’s work—not much work for us officers, but having to keep awake is the nuisance—and I find it almost impossible to sleep very well in the day. However we’re none the worse for living like this! On Saturday we go back to billets, where we remain for 4 days, then back here for 10 days or so more; they are working us very hard—heaven knows why—I suppose because we are so good at it! [39] (45) Saturday, 8.30 P.M. June 19th, ’15. ... You will be interested to hear I have been ‘slightly wounded’—a mere touch under the ear[7] which made me leave the trenches early this morning for the Dressing Station—just to take the necessary precautions, which are compulsory, against poisoning.