Next few days am unable to settle down. There is a certain amount of Personal Pride in being part, (if a very minor part), of the War Machine. Now it is plain Mr Nobody. It is impossible. However, I resume my old occupation pending my joining the Army. This latter in inevitable, if it lasts another week or two.
On September 7, meet three of the lads at the gate of the firm. The question that has been on the tip of our tongues for days now is asked. Result, four more present themselves at New Cross Town Hall and duly pass the Doctor. Not sworn in today, 24 hours grace to attend to our affairs.
September 8 at 9 a.m. we are sworn Privates of the East Kent Regiment and before 11 a.m. are on our way to Woolwich Barracks. On [September] 9, however, move off to our depot at Canterbury.