August 25, 1918
Passed rather a poor night, about 10 p.m. one plane bombed our camp with grass-cutting bombs. The nearest to my tent was 30 yds. another 45yds. and air was thick with dust, dirt, smoke and the smell of powder. Two horses were wounded, one of which we had to shoot during the day. Dozens of planes were over and it was a continuous hum overhead for a couple of hours, quite the reverse of a comforting noise. Rumours of a move again. Had one swim only as have a touch of neuralgia. Sent a requisition in for signature. Transferred to a deep dugout during the day, also wrote some letters. A cool change in the weather with rain.