Corpl. G. Robinson was wounded last night with the Transport, our first casualty this time in. Much Artillery activity on our side from 10.00 p.m. last night to which the Bosche didn’t reply, but his M.G. fire was vicious. Corpl. Robinson was bringing up the rations, in charge of the waggon; hit in the stomach—M.G. bullet. Sounds bad, but he is away to C.C.S. [Casualty Clearing Station] The flies are not so bad this time. Holt was down and walked round with me. Bet me 50 francs that Bulgaria would declare war on Central Powers before Nov. 1st! Our afternoon Art’y liveliness just begun; we’ve got some big fellows behind that go whispering over our heads. Another fine sunny day.