Letter · 19 Mar 1918 · Arras, France
Keeping watch
Extracts from this letter
"A very wet miserable day, rained hard most of the time. Shelling still going on, it's horrible to listen to. Enemy shot I listen to & when I hear it coming know that it's not to 'out' me. Hundreds of shells have come in night & day it never ceases. Wed. And still the game goes on..."
"Tonight I am on Picquet & guess I am in for a rough time. I go on at 9 & finish at midnight. Thurs. Shelling bad again, can't make out what the devils mean by it..."
"Last night on Picquet... dozens of shells coming over making the night hideous with their din, & to make things more anxious a few {of} their planes were hovering about ... I lay down flat out quickly, thinking I could hear a bomb sailing through the air. Luckily none were dropped about here. I was jolly glad when midnight came. I soon fell asleep & forgot shells & bombs..."
