six o'clock
A sanitar took my place and I went out into the cool of the forest , where a silver pattern of stars swung now above the branches and a full moon , red and cold , was rising beyond the hill . After a time I felt better and , finding that I was not needed for a time , I wrote this diary . _ Tuesday , August 17th . _ It is just six o'clock -- a most lovely evening . Strangely enough everything is utterly quiet -- not a sound anywhere . You might fancy yourself in the depths of England somewhere . However , considering what has happened to-day and what they expect will happen now at any moment , the strain on our nerves is pretty severe , and as usual at such times I will fill in my diary .