Friday 5th March 1943

I went to see Denny. We didn't talk much about the Regiment. He is in the dysentry ward.

A “new boy” arrived in this tent today. He's a Cypriot or something – he seems dull and doesn't talk at all. Probably he's come here from gaol, anyway his head was shaved in the most repulsive fashion.

In consequence of a squabble, Hamad ceased eating as from this morning.