June 28
Saw my brother A⸺ off at Waterloo en route for Armageddon. Darling fellow. He shook hands with P⸺ and H⸺, and P⸺ wished him “Goodbye, and good luck.” Then he held my hand a moment, said “Goodbye, old man,” and for a second gave me a queer little nervous look. I could only say “Goodbye,” but we understand each other perfectly. … It is horrible. I love him tenderly.