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on through the old Zonnebeke Station (now absolutely swept away) up to Broodsende & entered the railway Cutting near the ridge crest. Shells began to fall just about a hundred paces ahead & their skyrocket like whizz, without cessation, passing too close overhead & bursting all around, induced us to retire. The light too failed & rain set in. We got no pictures but whips of fun. I felt great admiration for the stretcher bearers, who slowly plodded on with their burdens, trudging through mud & presenting a tempting target, for the enemy observation balloons had eyes on everything. It was impossible to bring in many wounded under these conditions, & many poor devils must perish from exposure. I noticed one awful sight: a party of, ten or so, telephone men all blown to bits. Under a questionably

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