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was in a very bad state. After 5 days leave, I returned to Sydney and had a fairly decent time awaiting my discharge. I was walking down George St, when I met little L- from our Batt, who was wounded in Framerville, and we went into a restaurant, and we overheard one of the hands say to another, "look at those two soldiers, why they are only boys", another reminder of our youth. Which also remind me that sister in hospital used to say, Äussie had a face like a great big baby. Another time I remember coming out of the line one night at Morlancourt, we were nearly all dead beat, and myself especially, the Lewis panniers seemed to be dragging me to earth and I hadn't missed a shellhole, when someone behind me said, "you're doing well kid keep going," I know it heartened me up a lot at the time.
I have heard Jack W- is dead, he who spent the night in the hole under the early morning barrage with me at Framerville Poor old Jack, when we were at Fouilloy, we both put in for Paris leave together, and a few days after at Mont St Quentin he was killed and I was wounded so that finished Paris for us. I remember the way we used to talk about what we were going to visit. I was going to see the fields of Mars and live on frog diet, and only knows what I wasn't going to do. He was killed at Mon't St Quentin, they say, poor old Jack.
On the 13th March I was discharged and now am at home fighting the drought. I would just like to see the Somme again someday, in Maytime the fields are so pretty then.
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