February 10, 1918
Feeling very off colour, neuralgia having developed to some tune. Kept quiet during the day and out of the cold wind when possible. Church service in our mess at night, the hymns being played by a Tommy Sgt. we dug up near by. He turns out to be some hit in music being a Doctor of Music and after the service we had a great treat, Capt. Stevens of Melbourne singing several songs. He is wonderful indeed and his Toreador is a wonderful effort. After that we made an evening of it and I turned in about 1 a.m. being at peace with the world at large.