4 February 1918

On the morning of the 3rd, at 3.15 a.m., just to the tick of time, every gun opened out in thousands. It was impossible to hear the gun alongside go off. You had to watch to see your turn to fire, which was at the rate of four shots per minute. The row was awful and it lasted for five hours. It sounded as though hell was let loose. My head was aching as though it would burst, when I was relieved at 1 a.m. on the 4th, but I had hardly got inside when I had to go out again, but a good cup of coffee, and a good nip of whisky pulled me up a lot. At 7 p.m. the Sergeant came up from the waggon line, and was kept there to relieve me, as I was utterly done out, as I had been nearly 40 hours on the gun.

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This entry was posted on February 4th, 2018.