At Busseboom near Poperinghe & quartered in hut. Fearful cold night as no door to hut and large cracks in floor. Very dirty.
Vivid memories of the Ypres Salient still haunt me. What a hell! Believe me.
I write letters to Betty, Harry always and Bro’ Charles in France.
A report to hand says on our right two lines of enemy trenches have been taken by Northumberland Fusiliers at St Eloi + Royal Fusiliers.