Thursday March 21st Awoke about 4 am in the ‘hour before dawn’ to fancy myself back in the army. Shells screaming over and bursting quite close. Hellish gust up! 4.30 – Orderly officer entered with orders to arise. 4.30 A.M!! I ask you!! The Royal Flying Corps!!! 6 AM – Breakfast – last decent meal for some time. 7 AM Full daylight. Couldn’t see 20 yards for mist. Long range guns more active and bursts getting close and messing up drome. Squadron office resembled a cullender. Exit Major hurriedly. Spent next couple of hours dodging ignominiously about to avoid our friend the enemy gunner. 10 AM – local unrest over. Still impossible to fly. 12.30 A.M. Lunch off tongue and biscuits. 1 P.M. First machine up. Spent rest of day being offensive. Packed up in afternoon ready to move. Stayed the night. Slept in our flying suits. Nearly frozen. End of a perfect day.
