December 17, 1917
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Three years ago to-day since I enlisted, and still going strong with the end apparently no nearer. Had a splendid day. I went with the car to the four battalions who are billeted in neighbouring villages to collect their sick for hospital and then continued on through Samer to Boulogne. At Samer I had a requisition for drugs signed, but was unable to get them at the depot owing to the fact that the Major in charge could not be bothered with smaller indents than for a whole division for one month.
This means that it will be nearly a fortnight before we obtain supplies and in the meantime the Battalions have practically nothing to go on with. Such autocratic behaviour should not be put up with for a moment, and I trust that action will be taken over the matter. At Boulogne I had lunch and then went out to No. 2 General to see my friends. After having dinner here the car called for me and we set off for home, a distance of about 15 miles in a snow storm.
Sitting in the front of the car was fairly severe, the snow stinging the face, but it was enjoyable nevertheless. We reached home at 7 p.m. and I sat down to another dinner for which I was quite ready after the ride. The whole outing was most enjoyable, the country looking lovely under its covering of snow.