In same trench. Still the same old story, shells, shells, shells (not ours). Change over into a trench that was held by E. Yorks. Where things are a little bit quieter. During the last four days should think we have had at least two hundred casualties. E. Yorks. Trench in an awful condition, no good at all. We make up the parapet in front a bit until daylight, and then have to chance our arm for the following day.