This is an extract from Arthur Linfoot’s own transcription of his diary, written in 1976.
Up at 7 a.m. Paraded at 9.15. Marched back to trenches about 12. Reached aid post about 2.30. Shelled. Waited a short time then sent down with walking case to advanced dressing station. Had drink of tea. Very heavy shelling by both sides. Turned out bright and fine. Trenches in fearful condition. Wet to the skin wading up and down. More bodies about than last time I was here and smelling badly. Bearer in a squad in front of us lost his nerve, but recovered in a few minutes. Felt remarkably fit and cheerful. Had to wade waist deep in one stretch of trench. Left stretcher at aid post and was sent down with about a dozen walking wounded. Lent one of them my tin hat. He had lost his. Wet to the waist. Took off puttees and boots and tried to scrape off thick mud. Back to aid post again where we resumed carrying until about midnight. Ordered forward again and led over old No Man’s Land where the first attack had been made. Heaps of dead like sheaves of corn at harvest time and smelling pretty bad in the dark. Ordered to lie down until daybreak.