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completely lost my way - quite dark and no start and no landmarks of any sort to guide me - every bit of the land is covered with shell holes. I had followed a large crack in the ground which [wound?] in all directions and soon after [-ing?] it, and not finding the post, I quite lost myself, and really hadn't the foggiest notion as to which was my way back. For a few moments I was in as big a [?] as it was possible for a war to be in, and then I remembered my compass, which luckily I had with me, and from that I got my direction. I tell you, old girl, its not a nice feeling to be that lost out there.

When we came out of the trenches, we had the same long march, but little shelling and far less traffic.

Few days in billets (a large stone floored kitchen with some kind of [wire?] bunk for 2 companies officers), then 3 days in support trenches and back to billets.

The support trenches were not very interesting. The first night I fell into a hole, and got wet up to the waist, and didn't get dry till back in billets. We had one small dugout in which were 4 Coy officers one cook one runner and one batman.