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119 30 Days. APRIL, 1918. APRIL 28 & 29. 29 MONDAY [119-246] To Waterloo with 2/Lieut. Spence RFA- a huge lumbering Scot- also neurologic- shell shock. Cordial farewell to Sisters Tordoff, Tessier + Tremills + poor old 'nuss'- Not so Sis Breexeup - codfish handshake and "you have forgotten to pay for this morning's paper Capt Swannell" - This after Capt Moxeley had told her he would take my "Times" over stash the coppers down on the kitchen table - Exit! Routing balled up by the idiots in the Garrison Office - Have to rustle cab + tranship kit + baggage across Southampton - Railway compartment three more officers than seats - Dressing slips off my leg + brain goes sick with the pain - a nightmare of a 'journey'. No 4 has an ambulance down whose driver picks us out unerringly from the crowded platform - I go 'home' like the wounded hero (which I aint) on a stretcher. Taken to the "Platanes" -a large private residence on Champion Hill- Given bed in a room with a 47th Bn (Cadnada) Lieut - Daniels from Comox - + a Royal Dublin Fusilier, Capt Gibson. Bad night -half crazy with headache + sleeplessness- but N.S. wont give me a draft - no orders - dree[?] it through on aspirin.