9 April 1917; Monday

Up at 8 o’clock. Practically nothing to do all day. Wrote letter to Ernie. Received letter and parcel from home. Cold day and a few showers of snow. Read some of “Villette.”1 The man badly wounded in the arm2 died tonight. I felt a bit queer as is Captain Strickland.

Vimy Ridge captured by the British.

Sat at bay.

  1. Villette: a novel by Charlotte Brontë. See also Villette and Arthur Linfoot’s Library

  2. “The man badly wounded in the arm”; possibly the unnamed man mentioned on 7 April as having a cut artery?