November 23, 1916
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On night duty doing 12-hour shifts. Not much doing as a rule in the way of patients, but plenty of noise from the guns, two 6 inch naval guns being within a 100 yards of us. The Huns send a few over occasionally, but so far none very close. Roads in a terrible condition and travelling very hard on the patients. Have not seen much of the surroundings owing to sleeping all day.
Sent by Mother:
Once in the days of long ago, days of my whole life the best,
When the time for sleep had come, and the house was hushed to rest,
It was such a happy thought, used to make my heart so light,
We were all beneath one roof when I barred the door at night.
Let the wind moan as it would, let the rain drops patter fast,
They were near me, nestled warm from the midnight, and the blast;
Not one lingering out of reach, not one banished far aloof,
It’s a woman’s heaven to have all she loves beneath one roof.
Now, when bedtime comes at length to me, sitting here alone,
And the ticking of the clock tells how still the house has grown.
Oh, how heavy is the heart that was once so light of yore;
Now - I seem to bar them out, when at night I bar the door.
NOTE: The next entry is November 26