August 15, 1918
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Before turning in I had a sponge down and soaked my dirty cloths. Spent a fairly good night being disturbed a few times by the bombs and guns. Washed out my clothing, which I had soaked over night, and in general put things straight. He shelled the village heavily during the morning and it was decidedly a very unhealthy spot, we being very close up and under observation as a Canadian was using the attic as an observation post.
After dinner we received orders to pack up and move immediately, apparently the stunt was off, or not necessary, so we rapidly packed the stuff and by means of the cars shifted it back to our camp near Caix. Had a narrow escape with our cars during the day, one caught fire but it was got under control before being damaged. We were all back at Caix before six o’clock, and had orders to move out at 10 p.m. Just on dusk we were ordered into the trenches and for two hours were very pleased to stop there as he was bombing heavily and sending shrapnel over, big stuff which banged at our wide trench cover.
At 10.30 p.m. the order was given to turn in and as the worst of the bombing was then over, many of us slept under the waggons for shelter from the shrapnel which he was still putting over at intervals. Spent a good night or part of one rather, as we rarely get a full night’s sleep in nowadays. A few of his planes were over during the day, machine-gunning the roads.