July 26, 1917
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As some dastard has stolen my new fountain pen I am forced to use the best available, an old broad nib. Had a busy time packing up and completed the majority of it so that I could move into a small tent to carry on for the remaining days. Things going very smoothly as we had plenty of notice for this move. Had a night with Capt. Mc…. Being rather lonely he often comes down for a yarn, this particular evening we made a late sitting with the help of some champagne. One of our chaps down with Diphtheria and I took a number of swabs from contacts.