Monday 8th February 1941

Apparently we're moving the day after tomorrow. Towards Benghazi – but not along the road – right into the depths of the desert, with the 7th Armoured Division. Even here, water is short, but I've managed to wash most of my clothes, thank heavens.

Since I buried the clothes which were lousy or “suspect,” i.e. vest, pant, slacks and shirt (Yes! I was pretty wholesale, eventually) there have been no sign of vermin. There's a hole right through the sole of one of my boots – and no further supplies are available!