October 16, 1916
Am troubled with a cold in the head, but nothing serious. Took some patients into Estaires, but failed to see Carr, he being away. Wrote a few letters in the afternoon, singsong, etc. at night, our last in the village I fear. Have being troubled with presentiments of trouble lately, in fact, ever since the middle of last month. I honestly do not feel fear for myself, ‘tis the suffering my loss would cause at home.
I have been able to go anywhere with pleasurable feeling rather than fear or apprehension, though will admit when in danger as from being shelled direct to feeling fear then. No one living can do otherwise, with death flying all around him. Bravery consists of a person, by will power, conquering that fear and carrying on. One can became callous to a certain extent, perhaps, but no one can stand still in cold blood and be shot at without a feeling of fear. Voting for conscription has been postponed for some reason or other.