Without the sun we should fare badly.

As it is, the rain, exposure, and bad food are reducing our numbers fast.

Passing the 11th Field Hospital on my way up, I saw stretcher after stretcher moving slowly along with the sick in their blankets.

"Dysentery, enteric; enteric, dysentery," were the invariable answers.

All the thousands of shells thrown at us in the last two months count for nothing beside the sickness.
On the top of the hill I found the two guns of Major Wing's battery trained on Surprise Hill as usual.