Up at usual time and on duty. Informed that we were only to take wounded. Had two men die. The first one an artillery man who died on the car at the door. The other of the Welsh lot died about six o’clock. He arrived about 3 o’clock with his right leg off below the knee. Captain Strickland did all he possibly could for him, but he died about 6 o’clock. Made me feel a bit melancholy about the war and the awfulness of it.

Went to our tents. Commenced to snow in the afternoon. A perfect blizzard at night and our tent nearly blew down. Up in the night fitting in the curtain. Ordered to the line tomorrow.