TCD MS 10515 folio 122 verso
Ounded by Arabs, some leering, some smiling at us, some chatting through the medium of the interpreter, others simply gazing with blank expression, speaking nothing, doing nothing, thinking nothing. We enjoyed the delicious, fragrant coffee, unequalled, nay unknown, in the more civilized west. We lingered over the arab cigarettes, the changing faces, the innumerable types of people, the babble of conversation, the bubble of the “huqahs” and the general hum of the quiet, peaceful East. I was sorry, as evening fell, to return to camp.
Saturday: June 10th: 1916: Nasiriyah
Mess and medical duties take me frequently across the boat bridge to