Fit as Fiddles and as Hard as Nails

It is now clothed in a lovely green verdure.
The General has been a patient of mine for weeks past. He has been ill with dysentery. On the 13th I shipped him off for India by a Stern wheeler which will take him as far as the base. He is the first to go from our regiment; I wonder how many will follow in his train.
Moved camp on the 14th. Is another desert site. We occupied the site sel-ected for the future aerodrome, and thus had to shift. This is the second occasion on which the airmen have driven us from our home. On the same day our new Commanding Officer, Col Johnson arrived.
Sometimes I stroll to the jetties to see the ‘bellums’ arrive with their cargoes of military stores. Bales of hay, hoops of