Item 05: Archie Barwick diary, 3 September-3 October 1916 - Page 12
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[Page 12]
a stink, after coming home we slipped into bed & never got up till dinner time for we were all very tired.
To-day is nasty & wet & we are going out again tonight Len is on Battalion Hqrs tonight he has the guard & a good job it is especially these wet nights.
5th. The whole of C. & B. Coy's were out last night & didn't we have a time of it, it rained more or less heavily the whole time, & it was the fun of the world to see us all slipping all over the place into the shell-holes nearly full of water, & sometimes on to the broad of your back in the slippy sloppy clay talk about a time we could not stop ourselves
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