[17 November 1915]
I didn’t know myself that All Hallows Eve had come and gone. I do not take much stock of fête days and the like. Everyday is much the same here. Ive not begun to think about getting leave yet it is unlucky to formulate plans in such a state of affairs in which we all find ourselves at present “The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley”.
And there is nothing to do except extract what amusement there is out of the present, letting the morrow take care for itself All the same one may be permitted to hope that we shall meet at Boulogne. I think that would be ever