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DIII and then the poor operators work starts.
Oct 2nd
We are told we are to spell here for a few days & rejoice for we are weary & worn & dirty & hungry & the smell of decomposed Turk is ever in our nostrils. A little way up the road there is a dead Turk. He is lying with his head on his arm as if asleep. I discover a tibben dump & the old mare gets a good feed & not before it is wanted needed. I am ashamed to look her in the eye some times when I can only give her two handsful of grain. She seems to say "so this all you give me after all the way I have carried you". About 11 am the order comes. "be ready to move off at 3 pm. Dear oh dear. are we never to have a rest. On again along the dusty road.
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