"We hear we are to be relieved today. We haven't asked for it but won't refuse a spell out of the actual fire. Later we are not to be relieved. So on we go with our digging. Sang froid, is our motto, also "cheeriness". Everybody jokes, smiles, and laughs. Good men pass out and we don't wince. Our turn next perhaps but we are doing our job and it's all in a days "march".
My dug out is quite homely now, a bunk of sand bags, tree feathers as I call twigs and leaves for a bed, an old scrim tiffin sack for a blanket. My great coat on, a dead Australian soldier's (great coat) for a coverlet, a pack full of leaves for a pillow and I get some sleep - al fresco [sic] at present....."
To read the rest of this journal entry, see No Better Death: The Great War Diaries and Letters of William G Malone (page 173), edited by John Crawford and published by Exisle Publishing. Available in the Palmerston North City Library and from Exisle Publishing.