Nov 11th 1915


On the morning of the 9th I received orders to return to England immediately to take over 2nd in command of an infantry battalion. I was awfully sorry to leave the 36th Jabob’s Horse, the Indian Officers and men all crowded round me to say farewell.

They all called out “Khūda hafiz” – God be with you – I think they were genuinely sorry to see me go.

But I am thankful to shake myself clear of the Indian Cavalry Corps – the Iron Ration – and of Col. R my C.O.