At 2am I was up out of bed clinging to my tent-pole

TCD MS 10515 folio 34r

TCD MS 10515 folio 34r

[April 6th 1916] The flies were an intolerable nuisance; they always seem at their worst on the approach of rain. Last night the impending storm broke with tropical intensity over our sleeping camp. The thunder roared; the wind blew in fierce gusts and at 2am I was up out of bed clinging to my tent-pole which creaked so loudly at every gust that I thought the tent would any minute come down about my head. This morning the camp and the whole desert is a quagmire. I spent the morning preparing and packing shells collected some days ago from building stones found far out in the desert. In the afternoon I went to the neighbouring camel-lines. I was ankle-deep in water all the way, but the human being, under such conditions, is not so utterly helpless as the camel. The latter is scarce able to