Item 04: Oliver Hogue letters, 30 March 1917- 3 October 1918, 26 February 1919 - Page 39

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[page torn] .....of about poked his nose in my tent I'd say excuse me Mahomet but this is my busy day. He'd say "You're not busy you're only writing love letters"

I'd say  " Pardon me I  make  d [?] business of that "

A mule has just escaped off the lines & is sauntering across the desert. But I'm too lazy to send the picquet after it. Stifling was the air & heavy. Blowflies buzzed & held a