1899 - From the letters writer by Lt Col Park in Ladysmith
There has been a good deal more firing this morning than we have had lately, and the Boers also woke up and blazed for nearly and hour between 12 and 1 o’clock last night, and woke everyone up, but apparently no harm has been done. It is extraordinary what a number of shells can be fired without hitting anyone or anything that matters. I suppose quite twenty fell in and round our front post while I was there early this morning, and they only kicked up showers of dirt and stones and bits of shell, which couldn’t hurt men behind strong stone walls, as we were. It has been most intensely muggy all yesterday and today, and I feel slack and sleepy in consequence. I expect another heavy storm is brewing. By the way, I forgot to tell you that we entirely missed the meteors on the nights of the 13th and 14th, as it poured with rain one night, and was drizzly with thick clouds on the other. I hope you got a good view of them and found then worth seeing. I do horribly begrudge all this time, as it is so utterly wasted. It wouldn’t be so bad if we were getting on; but we just sit here day after day and week after week, doing nothing except eat our hearts out, and wondering how much longer it is to go on, and what the relieving column is doing, and why it doesn't make a move, and where Buller is, etc.; and no answer comes to any of these questions. The padre came in last night from the hospital camp, and reported that Gunning is getting on capitally now, and is quite bright and cheery again, though not allowed to sit up yet. Of course, there is no news of Hayley, Green or Yule. The first two ought to be fit to rejoin after the siege, and I rather expect to hear that Yule has been sent home.