August 27, 1918
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A quiet day with a few casualties from an 8th brigade push. News still good. Hun’s falling back not being at his own leisure as it was during the old Somme days. Fixed up my store in the morning and went along to the M.D.S. for dressings, etc. as several back dressing stations had been cleared out and all the stuff brought forward - a wise move and economical. I came across a lot of the stuff I handed over the 3rd Field a week or so ago.
All prepared now for a stunt on a large scale, but latest is that it may not come off. Letters received to-day from Syd, very sad, he wrote it after our retreat, and was straining to enlist, but still recognises his duty to himself and family rather than to his own inclination. My letters from home are all typical of the writers. I know exactly what to expect before opening them. Syd’s mildly political with mention of local authorities, council, etc, keen and satirical at times with an argumentative strain engendered by my letters. Very interesting, with a happy view right through and strongly for Australia.
Dad’s letters more serious, gives political news with criticisms, religiously answers everything mentioned in my letters and instructive on matters in Australia. Mother’s letters between herself and son, my absence and danger absorbing her thoughts with occasional mention of local people and doings. Fan’s letters specialise on her family.
Between the four I get an excellent mail and very regular, never having any complaints in that direction. Just had word that two of our bearers have been killed, a shell getting them in an R.A.P.