Apparently we are going to stay here for a bit, and we are gradually getting our baggage over. Today I began reorganisation work, promotions, and general sorting out; the disposal of officers’ kits, making inventories of their belongings, etc. The amount of writing that has to be done is awful—a narrative of the battle, recommendations for reward, letters to relatives—besides all the orderly room work, which, of course, is in arrears owing to these moves, and poor Cather’s death. Hessey’s Brigade has just come through—a very fine lot of men. It is so hard to get any evidence of gallant deeds, of which there are numbers. Everyone who came back, except about six, have been cleared away to England wounded. I have not yet been able to grasp in detail who has gone, every day some fresh loss which I had not known of. Of the 50 machine gunners with the Battalion only 14 are left. There will, I fear, be great anxiety till the casualties are out. I haven’t been able to complete mine yet, but hope to get them in tomorrow. Bob Maxwell has been cleared home, not at all bad, but they clear every one now to make room. Poor Jenks, in 12th, died here. Lyle very bad; they only have one captain left. I feel unable to settle to things, but hope that will wear off soon. I see the ‘Times’ noted the gallantry of the Division. It was given a hard task; as matters turned out, an impossible one, at any rate on our side of the river. Of course, none of the transport were in the push. Poor old Bernard killed! Orders just come in we are to be prepared to move tomorrow.