17th November 1914 Tuesday
Heavy shelling in the morning. Prussian guards attacked in the afternoon bur we gave them a severe shaking up. They advanced in mass formation time after time, only to be mown down by our rifle and machine gun fire. Their dead and dying lay in heaps two foot high in front of us. About 3 in the afternoon got partially buried in my signal dugout by a huge shell – a very narrow squeak indeed. Had to be dug out, more dead than alive. Tonight my head throbbing and aching fearfully. Praying for relief, getting too bad for anything.