NOTES FROM THE WEATHER DIARY OF A B.E.F. OFFICER. 333 
January 8, 1918, and the mercury stood at 22 0 Fahrenheit, or less, 
on twenty-one occasions during this period. 
In February I left France and thus missed (with but faint regrets !) 
the pernicious and deadly fog in the morning of March 21, which was 
the most wonderful stroke of luck for the Huns in their great attack 
that the most diabolical imagination could devise. 
Surely, now that it has done its worst for our side, we may hope for 
a change in Fortune's wheel as regards the atmospheric conditions. 
None but sailors at sea and soldiers at the front can realize how potent 
a factor in this War is the weather. 
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