A milder night last night. A few bombs came over. The Kings Royal Rifles lose rather heavily some of their men being buried in the trench. We are heavily shelled during the day. A bullet passes in front of my nose. Receive smelling salts from Beatrice of Stafford. No. 1 Company relieves us at 8:30 pm. We go back to Eclusier “The Rat Pit”. No rum ration the platoon Sergeants stole it from the Guard Room and they are now under arrest.