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his hand over his head to ward off possible shrapnel rubbish.

"I think I'm sitting on it", I rejoined, and reaching down I seized his steel helmet & jammed it on to his head with a soldier's benediction & exhortation to keep quiet.   I also said we had better remain there until the firing slackened down a bit, but he was too "nervy" & sped away after the others.   I didn't fancy being left by myself & decided to track off the line of firing & make for where I knew the sunken road to be.   Covered with mud I cautiously found my way to the sunken road in about half an

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