whistle was blown three times we had to bolt to the dug out like rabbits to their holes lest we should be seen.
They were shelling a farmhouse near by and we saw shrapnel bursting near a party of our men (not the 6th) and could see them all fleeing for shelter.
Well the day came to end at last and we got back to barracks, thoroughly tired out.
Thurs Mar 11th. Cleaned and rested up and had a feed in town. Trenches last night. In the firing line this time. No 31b trench amongst our good friends the Bedfords again. It was quite near the trench we’d been in before but this was a splendid trench. A huge thick sandbag barrier with firing loopholes in. The enemy were about 80 yds away, through a thin wood. I started putting bullets over their way firing at