'8. A bright warm Easter day but Achicourt shelled at 12.39 and then at 2.15 so that we all retired to the cellar. I had to go over to battery at 3 for a practice barrage, skirting the danger zone, but we were twice interrupted. A 5.9 fell 2 yards from me as I stood by the f/c post. One burst down the back of the office and piece of dust scratched my neck. No firing from 2-4. Rubin left for a course.'
The Faber ‘Collected Poems’ also reproduces these brief notes Thomas made on the last pages of the diary:
'The light of the new moon and every star
And no more singing for the bird...
I never understood quite what was meant by God
The morning chill and clear hurts my skin while it delights my mind Neuville in early morning with its flat straight crest with trees and houses – the beauty of this silent empty scene of no inhabitants and hid troops, but don’t know why I could have cried and didn’t'
Loose inside the diary there was a photograph and a slip of paper with several addresses and these words:
'Where any turn may lead to Heaven
Or any corner may hide Hell
Roads shining like river up hill after rain.'