‘No! I have not had time to visit a Canteen or an eggs-and-chips place since I became post-corporal, but I get coffee and other refreshment in the morning while I am waiting for the mail to come up…’
Entry dated February 25th 1918, War Diary 1917 – 1919, by Aleyn Lyell Reade [ALR. A. 1. 2].
“Yesterday, as I was taking the mail home (a limber, of course, actually carries the bags) I met Percy, and this time, as he was on foot, he recognized me and we stopped for a little talk. It is curious, in the deserted streets of a French town – we were just in the confines of Armentieres – for friends and neighbours to meet in this way…”
Entry dated January 23rd, 1918, War Diary 1917 – 1919, by Aleyn Lyell Reade [ALR. A. 1. 2].
“We have had our Christmas dinner to-day, Boxing Day; otherwise there has been little doing. Our dinner consisted of some pork, with apple sauce, potatoes, and cabbage; also some excellent plum-pudding, tinned but a good imitation of the home made article. The quality of the dinner was good, if the quantity small. This afternoon, I went for a walk with Chisholm; it was frosty and all the scene white with snow.”
Entry dated December 26th, 1917, War Diary 1917 – 1919, by Aleyn Lyell Reade [ALR. A. 1. 2].
“More terrible news for you! While spending those few days in shell holes, I developed a passion for the army issue of rum. The conditions were so cold and wretched and the entertainment so poor, that rum certainly engenders a little warmth. So I used quite to look forward to the form of an officer with a rum jar looming out of the darkness, though I could not swallow the stuff under ordinary circumstances. As a matter of fact, though the rum feels warm when trickling down the throat, its genuine warming properties do not compare with those of a cup of hot tea, even to one like myself to whom spirits are a new joy.”
Entry dated November 9th, 1917, War Diary 1917 – 1919, by Aleyn Lyell Reade [ALR. A. 1. 2].
“We are still in our muddy camp: it was raining all morning while we were on parade. It is fair now, after dinner, but the weather is very unsettled. However, it is not so very cold, and a crowded bell tent is quite warm at night.”
Entry dated Oct. 23 1917, War Diary 1917 – 1919 by A. L. Reade [ALR. A. 1. 2].