Diary of Alfred Burton Welch

June 2nd-99

Wake at 4 a.m. and sat out on the balcony. Heard the fillips bugles sound reveille. Very pretty as their trumpeters are splendid musicians, and the notes rose and fell, and “trembled away into silence.” Doctor Daniels out and set my teeth to aching. We got orders to prepare for action at 5 p.m. and we are now ready. Wrote to dear old Topsy. Think we will go up against something harder than usual.