Rain ceased but not the artillery which still roars. I go sniping in morning & bag 2. Fire 150 shots. They fired in return & nearly get me but Dame Fortune favours me once more.
Artillery duel on our right. A German sniper manages to put a bullet through Corporal Bramley-Moore’s head. He is still lingering between life & death at 7:30 PM. His face is a horrible sight to gaze on & covered in blood.
The 43rd Regt. relieves us. I act as guide to the 4th CMR. 43rd Regt. & stood on “point duty” at “Charing Cross.” The enemy search the woods with machine guns & I am forced to lay down on leaves at 10:30 PM. (one [or, four?] of officers of 43rd extremely drunk)