A Story of War

Did a chapao the other night. Mickey Wardle sat at Old Resevoir piquet, and I went on to a spur half way on the wallah between riflemans’ and landing ground piquet. There was a bit of a shooting at about 1030, and one Baluchi was wounded on the perimeter. We just sat there, and listened to the dogs and fellows shouting to each other in the villages. Of course it was bright moonlight, and I could easily have read a book out there. The Coy is now on weapon training, and bloody boring too. Bannu got fired on the other day, with one IOR being killed. We now have “Whitbreads” beer in the mess, bottled at home, and it’s damn good.