17 August, ’15.

Just had dinner, got my transfer signed by the doctor this morning. Think I must have been passed before I was examined, as he only just glanced at me without getting out of his chair, and said I was passed. The next I hear will be my name in Orders as transferred from the —— to the C.A.M.C. Thank God! Guess I’ll be a little more useful than ornamental from now on, and can take a larger part in this war; and if I get back, will at least have a feeling that I attempted something, however little. A C.A.M.C. draft is going over very soon. I hope I get in it and can start to be of use at once.

Yesterday all the Canadians were reviewed by the Princess Alexandra of Teck. As usual, it poured with rain — it’s raining as I write this — It rains every day — There is a rumour the King inspects us this week sometime.

Reviews are a nuisance to the men. They all hate them.