Up at 6.30. On parade and on fatigues as usual. Stayed in at night and played cards. Wrote home. Kit inspection in the morning.
Paraded sick in the morning with toothache. Captain Newton told me I would have to go to the C.C.S.1 in the morning and managed to stop my tooth with cocaine at 7 o’clock at night.
C.C.S.: Casualty Clearing Station. ↩