Wet miserable day. We can’t do much & things are fairly quiet. Plackett, Poste & I go out at night, have a very good time, back again at 9.10 pm. Plackett falls downstairs, lucky man, a black eye but no more.
The diary of Regimental Sergeant Major George Beck
First World War diaries 100 years from when they were written during campaigns on the Western Front
