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11. 7. 15

My Dear Mother,

Another week gone a week of few incidents. Though each day seems long in itself, the weeks fly past. It is hard to believe that we have been here nearly three months now. Quite a batch of wounded men (wounded during the early stages) came back the other day. It does one good to see some of the old faces again. Corp. Gordon who was with me during the first four days is back again. He was wounded in the back with shrapnel. The doctors did not take the bullet as it was so close to the spine. He says he does not feel it unless he sits upright for any length of time. It does not seem a pleasant thing to always carry a bullet in ones back.

Poor Miller  €“ one of my old tent mates, you will see him in the photo I sent you  €“ was knocked out the other day. I should not mention this unpleasant news; only for the peculiar feeling that comes over one. Never have I felt the desire to kill as I have since "Blue" Miller passed away. Perhaps it is because he was such a fine stamp of a man and also having dwelt in the same tent with him for such a time. He joined about the same day that I did. Even during the first four days I did not see 'red'. But it has made my blood boil to see such a man killed whilst at the different bases are malingerers scheming for all they are worth  €“ and successfully too  €“ to keep away

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